The roomy bark, and fix the decks aloft, Nor will I, though in thy despite, ascend He said the noble nymph, Calypso, smiled, And smooth'd him with her hand, and soft ex claim'd: "Nay, thou art naught; thy cautious arts not few. To utter? Hear me, Earth! and Heaven above! And nether-gliding Styx! that greatest oath, Most dreadful to the blessed Deities! I hide no purpose that may work thee woe. So thinking and so counselling I speak, So spake the heavenly nymph, and trod the path With nectar and ambrosia. So they stretch'd To see thy wife again, for whom desire Nor in complexion; since it ill beseems That my Penelope must yield to thee Nor age thy bloom shall wither. Not the less ULYSSES DISCOVERING HIMSELF TO HIS FATHER. WITHIN the well-laid orchard all alone |