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The ball dismiss'd, in dance they skim the strand, Lest, in thy slumbers on the watery main,
Then bending with full force, around he rollid And sends in shouts applauses to the skies.
A labyrinth of bands in fold on fold,
Pleased with his people's fame, the monarch hears, Where, happy as the gods that range the sky,
Ile feasted every sense, with every joy.
490 Since wisdom's sacred guidance he pursues,
He bathes; the damsels, with officious toil,
Nausicaa blooming as a goddess stands ;
Hail, godlike stranger! and when heaven restores A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue. To thy fond wish thy long-expected shores,
500 The assenting peers, obedient to the king, This ever grateful in remembrance bear, In haste their heralds send the gifts to bring. To me thou owest, to me, the vital air. Then thus Euryalus: O prince, whose sway
O royal maid, Ulysses straight returns, Rules this bless'd realm, repentant I obey! Whose worth the splendours of thy race adorns, Be his this sword, whose blade of brass displays So may dread Jove (whose arm in vengeance forms A ruddy gleam; whose hilt a silver blaze;
The writhen bolt, and blackens heaven with storms) Whose ivory sheath, inwrought with curious pride, Restore me safe, through weary wanderings toss'd, Adds graceful terror to the wearer's side. 440 To my dear country's ever-pleasing coast,
He said, and to his hand the sword consign'd: As while the spirit in this bosom glows, And if, he cried, my words affect thy mind, To thee, my goddess, I address my vows; 510 Far from thy mind those words, ye whirlwinds, bear, My life, thy gift I boast! Ile said, and sate And scatter them, ye storms, in empty air!
Fast by Alcinoüs on a throne of state.
And bless'd be thou, my friend, Ulysses cries : The bard an herald guides; the gazing throng
Beneath a sculptured arch he sits enthroned,
He said, and o'er his shoulders flung the blade. Then, from the chine, Ulysses carves with art Now o'er the earth ascends the evening shade: Delicious food, an honorary part;
520 The precious gifts the illustrious heralds bear, This let the master of the lyre receive, And to the court the embodied peers repair. A pledge of love! 'tis all a wretch can give. Before the queen Alcinous' sons unfold
Lives there a man beneath the spacious skics, The vest, the robes, and heaps of shining gold; Who sacred honours to the bard denies ? Then to the radiant thrones they move in state: The Muse the bard inspires, exalts his mind: Aloft, the king in pomp imperial sate.
The Muse indulgent loves the harmonious kind. Thence to the queen. O partner of our reign,
'The herald to his hand the charge conveys, O sole beloved! command thy menial train 460 Not fond of flattery, nor unpleased with praise. A polish'd chest and stately robes to bear,
When now the rage of hunger was allay'd, And healing waters for the bath prepare;
Thus to the lyrist wise Ulysses said:
530 That, bathed, our guest may bid his sorrows cease, O more than man! thy soul the Muse inspires, Hear the sweet song, and taste the feast in peace. Or Phæbus animates with all his fires ! A bowl that flames with gold, of wondrous frame, For who, by Phabus uninform’d, could know Ourself we give, memorial of our name;
The woe of Greece, and sing so well the woe? To raise in offerings to almighty Jove,
Just to the tale, as present at the fray,
Instant the queen, observant of the king, The song recalls past horrors to my eyes,
With latent hernes sack'd imperial Troy. Herself the chest prepares: in order roll'd
If faithful thou record the tale of Fame, The tobes, the vests are ranged, and heaps of gold: The god himself inspires thy breast with flame; And adding a rich dress inwrought with art, And mine shall be the task henceforth to raise A gift expressive of her bounteous heart,
In every land thy monument of praise. Thus spoke to Ithacus: To guard with bands Full of the god, he raised his lofty strain, Insolvable these gifts, thy care demands: 480 How the Greeks rush'd tumultuous to the main;
How blazing tents illumined half the skies, With fury burns ; while careless they convey
He sung the Greeks stern-issuing from the steed, Say why the fate of Troy awaked thy cares,
Just are the ways of heaven; from heaven procent The Spartan king; how Ithacus attends
The woes of man; heaven doom'd the Greeks to breed. (Horrid as Mars,) and how with dire alarms A theme of future song! Say then if slain He fights, subdues; for Pallas strings his arms. Some dear loved brother pressid the Phrygian plain
Thus while he sung, Ulysses griefs renew, Or bled some friend, who bore a brother's part, Tears bathe his cheeks, and tears the ground be. And claim'd by merit, not by blood, the heart?
As some fond matron views in mortal fight 571
ARGUMENT. Close to his breast she grovels on the ground;
The Adrentures of the Cicons, Loiopla qiz, and C*** And bathes with floods of tears the gaping wound:
Ulysses begins the relation of his adventures; boxana She cries, she shricks; the fierce insulting foe
the destruction of Troy, he with his companions true Relentless mocks her violence of woe:
an incursion on the Cicons, by when they were it To chains condemn'd as wildly she deplores;
pulsed; and meeting with a storm, tere driven to the A widow, and a slave on foreign shores. 580 coast of the Lotophagi. From thence they ruilou to the So from the sluices of Ulysses' eyes
land of the Cyclops, whose manners and siwatientre Fast fell the tears, and sighs succeeded sighs;
particularly characterised. The giant Polypheinus 22 Conceald he grieved: the king observed alone
his cave described; the usage Ulysses and his con The silent tear, and heard the secret groan;
jons met with there; and lastly, ihe method and artine
by which he escaped.
The well-fill'd palace, the perpetual feast, His are the gifts of love; the wise and good A land rejoicing, and a people blest ! Receive the stranger as a brother's blood.
Ilow goodly seems it ever to employ But, friend, discover faithful what I crave; Man's social days in union and in joy; Artful concealment ill becomes the brave:
The plenteous board high-heap'd with cates divine, Say what thy birth, and what the name you bore, And o'er the foaming bowl the laughing wine. 10 Imposed by parents in the natal hour ?
Amid these joys, why seeks thy mind to know (For from the natal hour distinctive names, The unhappy series of a wanderer's woe? One common right, the great and lowly claims ;) 600 Remembrance sad, whose image to review, Say from what city, from what regions tost, Alas! must open all my wounds anew! And what inhabitants those regions boast ?
And oh, what first, what last shall I relate, So shalt thou instant reach the realm assign'd, Of woes unnumber'd sent by Heaven and Fate ? In wonderous ships, self-moved, instinct with mind : Know first the man (though now a wreich distress d No helm secures their course, no pilot guides : Who hopes thee, monarch, for his future guest. Like man intelligent, they plough the tides Behold Ulysses! no ignoble name, Conscious of every coast, and every bay,
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame That lies beneath the sun's all-seeing ray:
My native soil is Ithaca the fair,
91 Though clouds and darkness veil the encumber'd sky, Where high Neritus waves his woods in air; Fearless through darkness, and through clouds they Dulichium, Samé, and Zacynthus, crown'd
610 With shady mountains, spread their isles arourd: Though tempests rage, though rolls the swelling main, ('These to the north and night's dark regions run, The seas may roll, the tempests rage in vain : Those to Aurora and the rising sun.) Even the stern god that o'er the waves presideg Low lies our isle, yet bless'd in fruitful stores; Safe as they pass, and safe repass the tides, Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores;
And none, ah none so lovely to my sight,
The tenth we touch'd, by various errors tost, Of all the lands that heaven o'erspreads with light! The land of Lotus and the flowery coast. In vain Calypso long constrain'd my stay, 31 We climb’d the beach, and springs of water found, With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay;
Then spread our hasty banquet on the ground. With all her charms as vainly Circe strove, Three men were sent, deputed from the crew And added magic to secure my love.
(An herald one, the dubious coast to view, 100 In pomps or joys, the palace or the grot,
And learn what habitants possess'd the place. My country's image never was forgot,
They went, and found a hospitable race: My absent parents rose before my sight,
Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest, And distant lay contentment and delight.
They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feast; Hear then the woes which mighty Jove ordain'd The trees around them all their food produce; To wait my passage from the Trojan land. 40 Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice! The winds from llion to the Cicons' shore, (Thence call'd Lotophagi ;) which whoso tastes, Beneath cold Ismarus, our vessels bore.
Insatiate riots in the sweet repasts, We boldly landed on the hostile place,
Nor other home, nor other care intends, And sack'd the city, and destroy'd the race, But quits his house, his country, and his friends. 110 Their wives made captive, their possessions shared, The three we sent, from off the enchanting ground And every soldier found a like reward.
We dragg'd reluctant, and by force we bound I then advised to fly; not so the rest,
The rest in haste forsook the pleasing shore, Who stay'd to revel, and prolong the feast : Or, the charm tasted, had return'd no more. The fatted sheep and sable bulls they slay, Now placed in order on their banks, they sweep And bowls flow round, and riot wastes the day. 50 The sea's smooth face, and cleave the hoary deep; Aleantime the Cicons, to their holds retired, With heavy hearts we labour through the tide, Call on the Cicons, with new fury fired:
To coasts unknown, and oceans yet untried. With early morn the gather'd country swarms, The land of Cyclops first, a savage kind, And all the continent is bright with arms;
Nor tamed by manners, nor by laws confined, 120 Thick as the budding leaves or rising flowers Untaught to plant, to turn the globe and sow, O'erspread the land, when spring descends in They all their products to free nature owe. showers:
The soil untilld a ready harvest yields, All expert soldiers, skill'd on foot to dare,
With wheat and barley wave the golden fields, Or from the bounding courser urge the war. Spontaneous wines from weighty clusters pour, Now fortune changes (so the Fates ordain :) And Jove descends in each prolific shower. Our hour was come to taste our share of pain. 60 By these no statutes and no rights are known, Close at the ships the blood fight began,
No council held, no monarch fills the throne, Wounded they wound, and man expires on man. But high on hills, or airy cliffs, they dwell, Long as the morning sun increasing bright Or deep in caves whose entrance leads to hell. 130 O'er heaven's pure azure spread the growing light, Each rules his race, his neighbour not his care, Promiscuous death the form of war confounds, llecdless of others, to his own severe. Each adverse battle gored with cqual wounds; Opposed to the Cyclopean coast, there lay But when his evening wheels o’erhung the main, An isle, whose hills their subject fields survey; Then conquest crown'd the fierce Ciconian train. Its name Lachaa, crown'd with many a grore, Six brave companions from each ship we lost, Where savage goats through pathless thickets rove; The seat escaped in hasłe, and quit the coast. 70 No needy mortals here, with hunger bold, With sails ont prcad we fly the unequal strife, Or wretched hunters through the wintry cold Sad for their loss, but joyful of our life:
Pursue their flight; but leave them safe to bound Yet as we fed, our fellows' rites we paid,
From bill to hill, o'er all the desert ground. 110 And thrice we callid on each unhappy shade. Nor knows the soil to feed the fleecy care,
Meanwhile the god whose hand the thunder forms, Or feels the labours of the crooked share;
It lies, and breeds the bleating goat alone.
150 Took down our masts, and row'd our ships to shore. Unlearn'd in all the industrious arts of toil. Two tedious days and two long nights we lay, Yet here all products and all plants abound, ('erwatch'd and batter'd in the naked bay.
Sprung from the fruitful genius of the ground; But the third morning when Aurora brings, Fields waving high with heavy crops are seen, We rear the masts, we spread the canvas wings;
And vines that flourish in eternal green, Refresh'd, and careless on the deck reclined, Refreshing meads along the murmuring main, We sit, and trust the pilot and the wind.
And fountains streaming down the fruitful plain Then to my native country had I sail'd;
A port there is, inclosed on either side, But the cape doubled, adverse winds prevail'd. 90 Where ships may rest, unanchor'd and untied; Strong was the tide, which, by the northern blast Till the glad mariners incline to sail, Impellid, our vessels on Cythera cast.
And the sea whitens with the rising gale. 160 Nine days our fleet the uncertain tempest bore High at its head, from out the cavern'd rock Far in wide ocean, and from sight of shore; In living rills a gushing fountain broke:
Around it, and above, for ever green
Then took a goatskin fill'd with precious wine, The bushing alders form'd a shady scene.
The gift of Maron of Evantheus' line, Hither some favouring god, beyond our thought, (The priest of Phæbus at the Ismarian shrine.) Through all-surrounding shade our navy brought ; In sacred shade his honour'd mansion stood, For gloomy night des ended on the main,
Ainidst Apollo's consecrated wood; Nor glimmer'd Phabe in the ethereal plain : Ilim, and his house, heaven moved my mind to But all unseen the clouded island lay,
save, And all unseen the surge and rolling sea, 170'And costly presents in return he gare; Till sate we anchor'd in the shelter'd bay:
Seven golden talents to perfection wrought, Our sails we gather'd, cast our cables o'er,
A silver bowl that held a copieus draught, And slept secure along the sandy shore.
And twelve large vessels of unmingled wine, Soon as again the rosy morning shone,
Melliluous, undecaying, and divine ! Reveal'd the landscape and the scene unknown, Which now, some ages from his race concea!'d, 94) With wonder seized, we view the pleasing ground, The hoary sire in gratitude reveal'd. And walk delighted, and expatiate round.
Such was the wine; to quench whose fervent strear Roused by the woodland nymphs at early dawn, Scarce twenty measures from the living stream The mountain goats came bounding o'er the lawn: To cool one cup sufficed: the goblet crown'd In haste our fellows to the ships repair, 150 Breathed aromatic fragrancies around. For arms and weapons of the sylvan war;
Of this an ample vase we heaved aboard, Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part, And brought another with provisions stored. And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart; My soul foreboded I should find the bower The bounteous gods afford a copious prey,
Of some fell monster, fierce with barbarous power, And nine fat goats each vessel bears away:
Some rustic wretch, who lived in heaven's despate, The royal bark had ten. Our ships complete Contemning laws, and trampling on the right. 51 We thus supplied (for twelve were all the fleet.) The cave we found, but vacant all within,
Ilere, till the setting sun roll'd down the light, (His flock the giant tended on the green:) We sat indulging in the genial rite:
But round the grot we gaze : and all we view, Nor wines were wanting; those from ample jars 190 In order ranged, our admiration drew: We drain'd, the prize of our Ciconian wars. The bending shelves with loads of cheeses pressid, The land of Cyclops lay in prospect near; The folded tlocks each separate from the rest; The voice of goats and bleating tlocks we hear, (The larger here, and there the lesser lambs, And from their mountains rising sinokes appear. | The new-fall’n young there bleating for their dams: Now sunk the sun, and darkness cover'd o'er | The kid distinguish'd from the lambkin lies :) The face of things : along the sea-beat shore The cavern echoes with responsive cries Satirte we slept : but when the sacred dawn Capacious chargers all around were laid, Arising glitter'd o'er the dewy lawn,
Full pails, and vessels of the milking trade. I call'd my fellows, and these words address'd : With fresh provisions hence our fleet to store My dear associates, here indulge your rest, 200 My friends advise me, and to quit the shore; While, with my single ship, adventurous, I
Or drive a flock of sheep and goats away, Go forth the manners of yon inen to try;
Consult our safety, and put off to sea. Whether a race unjust, of barbarous might, Their wholesome counsel rashly I declined, Rude, and unconscious of a stranger's right: Curious to view the man of monstrous kind, Or such who harbour pity in their breast,
And try what social rites a savage lends: Rerere the gods, and succour the distress'd. Dire rites, alas! and fatal to my friends! This said, I climb'd my vessel's lofty side;
Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare My train obey'd me, and the ship untied.
For his return with sacritice and prayer. In order seated on their banks, they sweep
The loaden shelves afford us full repast ; Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding We sit expecting. Lo! he comes at last. deep.
Near half a forest on his back he bore, When to the nearest verge of land we drew, 211 | And cast the ponderous burden at the door. Fast by the sca a lonely cave we view,
It thunder'd as it fell. We trembled then, Iligh, and with darkening laurels cover'd o'er,
And sought the deep recesses of the den. Where sheep and yo:ils lay slumbering round the shore. Now driven before him through the arching rock, 30 Near this, a fence of marble from the rock,
Came tumbling, heaps on heaps, the unnumber'd Brown with o'erarching pine and spreading oak.
flock; A gian: shepherd here his flock maintains
Big udder'd ewes, and goats of female kind Far from the rest, and solitary reigns,
The males were penn'd in outward courts behind ;) In shelter thick of horrid shade reclined;
Then heaved on high, a rock's enormous weight And gloomy mischiets labour in his mind. 220 To the cave's mouth he roll d, and closed the gate : A form enormous! far unlike the race
(Scarce twenty four-wheel'd cars, compact and strong, Of human birth, in stature or in face;
The massy load could bear, or roll along.) As some lene mountain's monstrous growth he He next betakes him to his evening cares, stood,
And, sitting down, to milk his flocks prepares; Crown' with rough thickets, and a nodding wood. Of half their udders eases first the dains, I lefi my vessel at the point of land,
Then to the mothers he submits the la.nbs. And close to guard it, gave our crew command : Half the white stream to hardening cheese he pres'd With only twelve, the bolelest and the best,
And high in wicker-baskets heap'd: the rest, I scck the adventure, and forsake the rest :
Reserved in bonis, supplied his nightly feasi.
His labour done, he fired the pile, that gave Could roll the rock. In hopeless grief we lay
And sigh, expecting the return of day.
Now did the rosy-finger'd morn arise, Askance the giant glares, and thus inquires :
And shed her sacred light along the skies: What are ye, guests? on what adventure, say, He wakes, he lights the fire, he milks the dams, Thus far ye wander through the watery way? 300 And to the mothers' teats submits the lambs. Pirates perhaps, who seek through seas unknown The task thus finish'd of his morning hours, The lives of others, and expose your own? Two more he snatches, murders, and devours.
His voice like thunder through the caverns sounds: Then pleased, and whistling, drives his flock before ; My bold companions thrilling fear confounds, Removes the rocky mountain from the door 371 Appulld at sight of more than mertal man;
And shuts again: with equal case disposed, At length, with heart recover'd, I began :
As a light quiver's lid is oped and closed. From Troy's famed fields, sad wanderers o'er the His giant voice the echoing region fills; main,
His flocks, obedient, spread o'er all the hills. Behold the relics of the Grecian train !
Thus left behind, even in the last despair Through various scas, by various perils tost, I thought, devised, and Pallas heard my prayer. And forced by storms, unwilling, on your coast; 310 Revenge, and doubt, and caution, work'd my Far from our destined course and native land,
breast; Such was our fate, and such high Jove's command : But this of many counsels seem'd the best : Nor what we are befits us to disclaim,
The monster's club within the cave I spied, 390 Atrides' friends (in arms a mighty name,)
A tree of stateliest growth, and yet undried, Who taught proud Troy and all her sons to bow, Green from the wood; of height and bulk so vast, Vietors of late, but hurable suppliants now! The largest ship might claim it for a mast. Low at thy knee thy succour we implore ;
This shorten'd of its top, I gave my train Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
A fathom's length, to shape it and to plane; At least some hospitable gifi bestow ;
The narrower end I sharpen’d to a spire ; 'Tis what the happy to the unhappy owe: 320 Whose point we harden'd with the force of fire, 'Tis what the gods require : those gods revere, And hid it in the dust that strew'd the cave. The poor and stranger are their constant care; Then to my few companions, bold and brave, To Jove their cause, and their revenge belongs, Proposed who first the venturous deed should try, He wanders with them, and he feels their wrongs. In the broad orbit of his monstrous eye
390 Fools that ye are! (the savage thus replies, To plunge the brand, and twirl the pointed wood, His inward fury blazing at his eyes)
When slumber next should tame the man of blood Or strangers, distant far from our abodes,
Just as I wisa d, the lots were cast on four :
Myself the fifth. We stand and wait the hour
(So fortune chanced, or so some god design'd :)
First down he sits, to milk the woolly dams, (Versed in the turns of various human-kind ;) And then permits their udder to the lambs. And, cautious, thus. Against a dreadful rock, Next seized two wretches more, and headlong cast, Fast by your shore, the gallant vessel broke. Brain'd on the rock; his second dire repast. Scarce with these few l’scaped of all my train, I then approach'd him reeking with their gore, Whom angry Neptune wheim'd beneath the main : And held the brimming goblet foaming o'er; The scatter'd wreck the winds blow back again. 311 Cyclop! since human flesh has been thy feast,
He answer'd with his deed: his bloody hand Now drain this goblet, potent to digest; Snatch'd two, unhappy! of my martial band: Know hence what treasures in our ship we lost, 410 And dash'd like dogs against the stony floor; And what rich liquors other climates boast. The pavement swims with brains and mingled gore; We to thy shore the precious freight shall bear, Torn limb from limb, he spreads his horrid feast, If heme thou send us, and vouchsafe to spare. And fierce devours it like a mountain beast : But oh! thus furious, thirsting thus for gore, He sucks the marrow, and the blood he drains, The sons of men shall ne'er approach thy shore, Nor entrails, Hesh, nor solid bone remains.
And never shalt thou taste this nectar more. We see the death from which we cannot move, 330 He heard, he took, and pouring down his throat, And humbled groan beneath the hand of Jove. Delighted, swill'd the large luxurious draught. His ample maw with human carnage fill'd, More! give me more, he cried; the boon be thine, A milky deluge next the giant swillid;
Whoe'er thou art that bearest celestial wine; 420 Then stretch'd in length o'er half the cavern'd rock, Declare ihy name; not mortal is this juice, Lay senseless, and supine, amidst the flock. Such as the unblest Cyclopean climes produce To seize the time, and with a sudden wound |(Though sure our vine the largest cluster yields, To fix the slumbering monster to the ground, And Jove's scorn'd thunder serves to drench our fields;) My soul impels me; and in act I stand
But this descended from the blest abodes, To draw the sword; but wisdom held my hand; A rill of nectar, streaming from the gods A deed so rash had finish'd all our fate;
360 Ile said, and greedy grasped the heady bowl, No mortal forces troin the lofty gute
Thrice drain'd, and pour'd the deluge on his soul