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His sense lay cover'd with the dozy fume,
At last, the stone removing from the gate, While thus my fraudful speech I re-assume : With hands extended in the midst he site : Thy promised boon, ( Cyclop! now I claim, And search'd each passing sheep, and felt it o'er And plead my title; Noman is my name.
Secure to seize us ere we reach'd the door. By that distinguish'd from my tender years,
Such as his shallow wit he deem'd was mine ;) "Tis what my parents call me, and my peers. But secret I revolved the deep design;
The giant then: Our promised grace receive, 'Twas for our lives my labouring bosom wrought ; The hospital boon we mean to give :
Each scheme I turn'd, and sharpen'd every thought, When all thy wretched crew have felt my power, This way and that I cast to save my friends, Noman shall be the last I will devour.
Till one resolve my varying counsel ends. Ile said: then nodding with the fumes of wine Strong were the rams, with native purple fair, Dropp'd his huge head, and snoring lay supine. 410 Well fed, and largest of the fleecy care. His neck obliquely o'er his shoulders hung, These three and three, with ozier bands we tied, Press'd with the weight of sleep that tames the (The twining bands the Cyclop's bed supplied ;) strong;
The midmost bore a man, the outward two There belched the mingled streams of wine and blood, Secured each side: so bound we all the crew, 510 And human flesh, his indigested food.
One ram remain'd, the leader of the flock; Sudden I stir the embers, and inspire
In his deep fleece my grasping hands I lock,
And fast beneath, in woolly curls in wove,
(Fool that he was) and let them safely go, Myself above them from a rising ground
All unsuspecting of their freight below. Guide the sharp stake, and twirl it round and round. The master ram at last approach'd the gate, As when a shipwright stands his workmen o'er Charged with his wool, and with Ulysses' fate. Who ply the wimble, some huge beam to bore; Him while he pass'd, the monster blind bespoke; Urged on all hands, it nimbly spins about,
What makes my ram the lag of all the tlock ? The grain deep piercing till it scoops it out: 460 First thou wert wont to crop the flowery mead, In his broad eye so whirls the fiery wood;
First to the field and river's bank to lead, From the pierced pupil spouts the boiling blood; And first with stately step at evening hour Singed are his brows: the scorching lids grow black; Thy Heecy fellows usher to their bower. The jelly bubbles, and the fibres crack.
Now far the last, with pensive pace and slow And as when armourers temper in the ford Thou movest, as conscious of thy master's woe! The keen-edged pole-axe, or the shining sword, Seest thou these lids that now unfold in vain ? The red-hot metal hisses in the lake,
(The deed of Noman and his wicked train!) Thus in his eye-ball hiss'd the plunging stake. Oh! didst thou feel for thy afilicted lord, He sends a dreadful groan, the rocks around And would but Fate the power of speech afford, Through all their inmost winding caves resound. Soon might'st thou tell me, where in secret here Scared we receded. Forth with frantic hand, 471 The dastard lurks, all trembling with his fear: He tore, and dash'd on earth the gory brand; Swung round and round, and dash'd from rock to rec's, Then calls the Cyclops, all that round him dwell, His batter'd brains should on the pavement smoke. With voice like thunder, and a direful yell. No ease, no pleasure my sad heart receives, 5u1 From all their dens, the one-eyed race repair, While such a monster as wild Noman lives. From rified rocks, and mountains bleak in air. The giant spoke, and through the hollow rock All haste assembled, at his well-known roar, Dismiss'd the ram, the father of the flock. Inquire the cause, and crowd the cavern door. No sooner freed, and through the enclosure pass'de
What hurts thee, Polypheme? what strange affright First I release myself, my fellows last : Thus breaks our slumbers, and disturbs the night? Fat sheep and goats in throngs we drive before, Does any mortal in the unguarded hour 481 And reach our vessel on the winding shore. Of sleep, oppress thee, or by fraud or power? With joy the sailors view their friends return'd, Or thieves insidious thy fair flocks surprise ? And hail us living, whom as dead they mourn'd: 550 Thus they: the Cyclop from his den replies : Big tears of transport stand in every eye:
Friends, Noman kills me; Noman in the hour I check their fondness, and command to fly. Of sleep, oppresses me with fraudful power. Aboard in haste they heave the wealthy sheep, “If no man hurt thee, but the hand divine
And snatch their oars and rush into the deep. Inflict disease, it fits thee to resign:
Now off at sea, and from the shallows clear, To Jove or to thy father Neptune pray,"
As far as human voice could reach the ear, The brethren cried, and instant strode away. 490 With taunts the distant giant I accost.
Joy touch'd my secret soul and conscious heart, Hear me, 0 Cyclop! bear, ungracious host! Pleased with the effect of conduct and of art. 'Twas on no coward, no ignoble slave, Meantime the Cyclop, raging with the wound, Thou meditatest thy meal in yonder care;
560 Spreads his wide arms, and searches round and But one the vengeance fated from above round;
Doom'd to inflict; the instrument of Jore.
Thy barbarous breach of hospitable bands, A larger rock then heaving from the plain, 631 The god, the god revenges by my hands.
He whirl'd it round; it sung across the main ; These words the Cyclop's burning rage provoke: It fell, and brush'd the stern: the billows roar, From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock; Shake at the weight, and refluent beat the shore. High o'er the billows flew the massy load, With all our force we kept aloof to sea, And near the ship came thundering on the flood. And gain’d the island where our vessels lay. It almost brush'd the helm, and fell before : Our sight the whole collected navy cheer'd, The whole sea shook, and refluent beat the shore. Who, waiting long, by turns had hoped and fear'd The strong concussion on the heaving tide 571 There disembarking on the green sea-side, Roll'd back the vessel to the island's side ; We land our cattle, and the spoil divide: 610 Again I shoved her off; our fate to fly,
Of these due shares to every sailor fall; Each nerve we stretch, and every oar we ply. The master ram was voted mine by all: Just 'scaped impending death, when now again And him (the guardian of l'lysses' fate) We twice as far had furrow'd back the main, With pious mind to Heaven I consecrate. Once more I raise my voice; my friends afraid But the great god, whose thunder rends the skies, With mild entreaties my design dissuade.
Averse, beholds the smoking sacrifice; What boots the godless giant to provoke,
And sees me wandering still from coast to coast; Whose arm may sink us at a single stroke? 580 And all my vessels, all my people, lost! Already when the dreadful rock he threw, While thoughtless we indulge the genial rite, Old Ocean shook, and back his surges flew. As plenteous cates and Rowing bowls invite, 650 The sounding voice directs his aim again; Till evening Phæbus roll'd away the light: The rock o'erwhelms us, and we 'scaped in vain Stretch'd on the shore in careless ease we rest
But I, of mind elate, and scorning fear, Till ruddy morning purpled o'er the east; Thus with new taunts insult the monster's ear. Then from their anchors all our ships unbind, Cyclop! if any, pitying thy disgrace,
And mount the decks, and call the willing wind. Ask who disfigured thus that eyeless face? Now, ranged in order on our banks we sweep Say, 'Twas Ulysses; 'twas his deed declare, With hasty strokes the hoarse-resounding deep; Laërtes son, of Ithaca the fair ;
590 Blind to the future, pensive with our fears, Ulysses, far in fighting fields renown'd,
Glad for the living, for the dead in tears. Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
The astonish'd savage with a roar replies : Oh heavens! oh faith of ancient prophecies !
BOOK X. This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold, (The mighty seer who on these hills grew old;
ARGUMENT Skill'd the dark fates of mortals to declare,
Adventures with #olus, the Lestrigons, and Circe. And learn'd in all wing'd omens of the air :)
Ulysses arrives at the island of Æolus, who gives him Long since he menaced, such was Fate's command ;
prosperous winds, and incloses the adverse ones in a And named Ulysses as the destined hand. 600
bag, which his companious untying, they are driven I deem'd some godlike giant to behold,
back again, and rejected. Then they sail to the Les. Or lofty hero, haughty brave, and bold;
trigons, where they lose eleven ships, and with one Not this weak pigmy-wretch, of mean design, only remaining, proceed to the island of Circe. Eury. Who not by strength subdued me, but by wine.
lochus is sent first with some companions, all which, But come, accept our gifts, and join to pray
except Eurylochus, are transformed into swine. Ulys
ses then undertakes the adventure, and by the help of Great Neptune's blessing on the watery way;
Mercury, who gives him the herb Moly, overcomes the For his I am, and I the lineage own:
enchantress, and procures the restoration of bis men. The immortal father no less boasts the son.
After a year's stay with her, he prepares, at her insti. His power can heal me, and relight my eye;
gation, for his voyage to the infernal shades. And only his, of all the gods on high.
610 Oh! could this arm, (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
Thus I; while raging he repeats his cries, A floating isle! High raised by toil divine
Strong walls of brass the rocky coast confine. Hear me, 0 Neptune ; thou whose arms are hurl'd Six blooming youths, in private grandeur bred, From shore to shore, and gird the solid world, And six fair daughters, graced the royal bed; If thine I am, nor thou my birth disown,
These sons their sisters wed, and all remain And if the unhappy Cyclop be thy son; 620 Their parents' pride, and pleasure of their reign. Let not Ulysses breathe his native air,
All day they feast, all day the bowls flow round, Laërtes son, of Ithaca the fair.
And joy and music through the isle resound : 10 If to review his country be his fate,
At night each pair on splendid carpets lay, Be it through toils and sufferings long and late; And crown'd with love the pleasures of the day. His lost companions let him first deplore ; This happy port affords our wandering flect Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er; A month's reception, and a safe retreat, And when at home from foreign sufferings freed, Full oft the monarch urged me to relate More near and deep, domestic woes succeed. The fall of llion, and the Grecian fate;
With imprecations thus he fill'd the air, Full oft I told; at length for parting moved; And angry Neptune heard the unrighteous prayer. The king with mighty gifts my suit approved.
The adverse winds in leathern bags he braced, His banesul suit pollutes these blest abodes, Compress'd their force, and lock'd each struggling Whose fate proclaims him lateful to the gods. blast.
Thus fierce he said: we sighing went our way, For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd 21 And with desponding hearts put off to sea. The tempest's lord, the tyrant of the wind : The sailors, spent with toil, their folly mourn, Jlis word alone the listening storms obey,
But mourn in vain; no prospect of return: 90 To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea. Six days and nights a doubtful course we steer, These in my hollow ship the monarch hung, The next proud Lamos' stately towers appear, Securly fetter'd by a silver thong;
And Lastrigonia's gates arise distinct in air. But Zephyrus erempt, with friendly giles The shepherd, quitting here at night the plain, lle charged to fill, and guide the swelling sails : Calls, to succeed his cares, the watchful swain; Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails !
But he that scorns the chains of sleep to wear, Nine prosperous days we plied the labouring oar; And adds the herdsman's to the shepherd's care, The tenth presents our welcome native shore: 31 So near the pastures, and so short the way, The hills display the beacon's friendly light, Ilis double toils may claim a double pay, And rising mountains gain upon our sight.
And join the labours of the night and day. 100 Then first my eyes, by watchful toils oppress'd, Within a long recess a bay there lies, Complied to take the balmy gifts of rest;
Edged round with cliffs high pointing to the skies: Then first my hands did from the rudder part The jutting shores that swell on either side (So much the love of home possess'd my heart;) Contract its mouth, and break the rushing tide. When lo! on board a fond debate arose,
Our eager sailors seize the fair retreat, What rare device those vessels might inclose? And bound within the port their crowded fleet What sum, what prize, from Eolus I brought ? 40 For here retired the sinking billows sleep, Whilst to his neighbour each express'd his thought. And smiling calmness silver'd o'er the deep
Say, whence, ye gods, contending nations strive I only in the bay refused to moor, Who most shall please, who most our hero give ? And fix’d, without, my halsers to the shore. 11C Long have his coffers groan'd with Trojan spoils ; From thence we climb'd a point, whose airy broy Whilst we, the wretched partners of his toils, Commands the prospect of the plains below: Reproach'd by want, our fruitless labours mourn, No tracks of beasts, or signs of men, we found, And only rich in barren fame return.
But smoky volumes rolling from the ground. Now Æolus, ye see, augments his store:
Two with our herald thither we command, But come, my friends, these mystic gifts explore. With speed to learn what men possess'd the land. They said; and (oh curst fate) the thongs unbound! They went, and kept the wheel's smooth beaten road, The gushing tempest sweeps the ocean round; 51 Which to the city drew the mountain wood; Snatch'd in the whirl, the hurried navy flew, When lo! they met beside a crystal spring, The ocean widen'd, and the shores withdrew. The daughter of Antiphates the king:
120 Rous'd from my fatal sleep, 1 long debate
She to Artacia's silver streams came down; If still to live, or desperate plunge to fate; |(Artacia's streams alone supply the town :) Thus doubting, prostrate on the deck I lay, The damsel they approach, and ask'd what race Till all the coward thoughts of death gave way. The people were ? who monarch of the place ?
Meanwhile our vessels plough the liquid plain, With joy the maid the unwary strangers heard, And soon the known Eolian coast rogain,
And show'd them where the royal dome appeard Our groans the rocks remurmur'd to the main. 60 They went; but, as they entering saw the queen We leap'd on shore, and with a scanty feast Of size enormous, and terrific mien, Our thirst and hunger hastily repress'd;
(Not yielding to some bulky mountain's height) That done, two chosen heralds straight attend A sudden horror struck their aching sight. 130 Our second progress to my royal friend:
Swift at her call her husband scour'd away And him amidst his jovial sons we found;
To wreak his hunger on the destined preyi The banquet steaming and the goblets crown'd: One for his food the raging glutton slew, There humbly stopp'd with conscious shame and But two rush'd out, and to the navy flew. awe,
Balk'd of his prey, the yelling monster flies, Nor nearer than the gate presumed to draw. And fills the city with his hideous cries; But soon his sons their well-known guest descried, A ghastly band of giants hear the roar, And starting from their couches loudly cried, 70 And, pouring down the mountains, crowd the shore. Ulysses here! what dæmon couldst thou meet Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow, To thwart thy passage, and repel thy fleet ? And dash the ruins on the ships below: 140 Wast thou not furnish'd by our choicest care The crackling vessels burst; hoarse groans arise, For Greece, for home, and all thy soul held dear? And mingled horrors echo to the skies; Thus they; in silence long my fate 1 mournd, The men, like fish, they stuck upon the flood, At length these words with accent low return'd And cramım'd their filthy throats with human food. Ne, lock'd in sleep, my faithless crew berest Whilst thus their fury rages at the bay, Of all the blessings of your godlike gilt!
My sword our cables cut, I call'd to weigh; But grant, oh grant, our loss we may retrieve : And charged my men, as they from fate would als, A favour you, and you alone can give.
80 Each nerve to strain, each bending oar to ply. Thus I with art to move their pity tried,
The sailors catch the word, their oars they seize, And touch'd the youths; but their stern sire replied: And sweep with equal strokes the smoky seas: 150 Vile wretch, bogone! this instant I comınınd Clear of the rocks the impatient vessel flies; Thy fleet accursed to leave our hallow'd land. Wilt in the port cach wretch encumber'd dies.
With earnest haste my frighted sailors press, Alas! from yonder promontory's brow
Now dropp'd our anchors in the fæan bay, Some smoke I saw amid the forest rise,
With broken hearts my sad companions stood, Thus from the Sun descended, and the Main, 160 Mindful of Cyclops and his human food, (From the same lineage stern Ætes came,
And horrid Lästrigons, the men of blood. The far-famed brother of the enchantress dame,) Presaging tears apace began to rain;
230 Goddess and queen, to whom the powers belong But tears in mortal miseries are vain. Of dreadful magic and commanding song. In equal parts I straight divide my band, Some god directing, to this peaceful bay
And name a chief each party to command;
I led the one, and of the other side
The palace in a woody vale they found, 240
(By magic tamed,) familiar to the dome. Of Circe's palace bosom'd in the grove.
With gentle blandishment our men they meet, Thither to haste, the region to explore,
And wag their tails, and fawning lick their feet. Was my first thought: but speeding back to shore As from some feast a man returning late, I deem'd it best to visit first my crew,
His faithfui dogs all meet him at the gate, And send out spies, the dubious coast to view. 180 Rejoicing round, some morsel to receive As down the hill I solitary go,
(Such as the good man ever used to give,) Some power divine, who pities human woe, Domestic thus the grisly beasts drew near: 250 Sent a tall stag, descending from the wood, They gaze with wonder not unmix'd with fear. To cool his fervour in the crystal flood;
Now on the threshold of the dome they stood, Luxuriant on the wave-worn bank he lay,
And heard a voice resounding through the wood: Stretch'd forth, and panting in the sunny ray. Placed at her loom within, the goddess sung : I launch'd my spear, and with a sudden wound The vaulted roofs and solid pavements rung. Transpierced his back, and fix'd him to the ground. O'er the fair web the rising figures shine, He falls, and mourns his fate with human cries: Immortal labour! worthy hands divine. Through the wide wound the vital spirit flies. 190 Polites to the rest the question moved : I drew, and casting on the river's side
(A gallant leader, and a man I loved.) The bloody spear, his gather'd feet I tied
What voice celestial chanting to the loom 260 With twining osiers which the bank supplied. (Or nymph, or goddess) echoes from the room? An ell in length the pliant wisp I weaved, Say, shall we seek access? With that they call; And the huge body on my shoulders heaved : And wide unfold the portals of the hall. Then leaning on my spear with both my hands, The goddess rising, asks her guests to stay, L'pbore my load, and press'd the sinking sands Who blindly follow where she leads the way. With weighty steps, till at the ship I threw Eurylochus alone of all the band, The welcome burden, and bespoke my crew. Suspecting fraud, more prudently remain’d. Cheer up, my friends! it is not yet our fate 200 On thrones around with downy coverings graced, To glide with ghosts through Pluto's gloomy gate. With semblance fair, the unhappy men she placed. Food in the desert land, behold! is given;
Milk newly press’d, the sacred flour of wheat, 270 Live, and enjoy the providence of heaven. And honey fresh, and Pramnian wines the treat:
The joyful crew survey his mighty size, But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl, And on the future banquet feast their eyes, With drugs of force to darken all the soul : As huge in length extended lay the beast;
Soon in the luscious feast themselves they lost, Then wash their hands, and hasten to the feast. And drank oblivion of their native coast. There, till the setting sun roll'd down the light, Instant her circling wand the goddess waves, They sate indulging in the genial rite.
To hogs transforms them, and the sty receives. When evening rose, and darkness cover'd o'er 210 No more was seen the human form divine; The face of things, we slept along the shore. Head, face, and members, bristle into swine : But when the rosy morning warmed the east, Sull curs'd with sense, their minds remain alone, 280 My men I summon'd, and these words address’d : And their own voice affrights them when they Followers and friends! attend what I propose :
groan. Ye sad companions of Ulysses' woes!
Meanwhile the goddess in disdain bestows We know not here what land before us lies, The mast and acorn, brutal food! and strows Or to what quarter now we turn our eyes,
The fruits of cornel, as their feast, around; Or where the sun shall set, or where shall rise. Now prone and groveling on unsavory ground. Here let us think (if thinking be not vain)
Eurylochus, with pensive steps and slow, If any counsel, any hope remain.
220 Aghast returns; the messenger of woe,
And bitter fate. To speak he made essay, So shall thy tedious toils a respite find,
And thy lost friends return to human-kind.
Or magic bind thee cold and impotent.
Thus while he spoke, the sovereign plant he drev, We went, Ulysses! (Such was thy command!) Where on the all-bearing earth unpark'd it grew, Through the lone thicket and the desert land. And show'd its nature and its wondrous poser: A palace in a woody vale we found
Black was the root, but milky white the flower; Biown with dark forests, and with shades around. Moly the name, to mortals hard to find, A voice celestial echoed from the dome,
But all is easy to the ethereal kind. Or nymph or goddess, chanting to the loom. 300 This Hermes gave, then, gliding off the glade Access we sought, nor was access denied: Shot to Olympus from the woodland shade. Radiant she came; the portals open'd wide: While, full of thought, revolving fates to come, The goddess mild invites the guests to stay: I speed my passage to the enchanted dome. 370 They blindly follow where she leads the way. Arrived, before the lofty gates I stay'd; I only wait behind of all the train :
The lofty gates the goddess wide display'd:
She leads before, and to the feast invites;
Radiant with starry studs, a silver seat
given. O king, beloved of Jove, thy servant spare, Hence to thy fellows! (dreadful she began) And ah, thyself the rash attempt forbear!
Go, be a beast!-I heard, and yet was man.
Then sudden whirling, like a waving flame,
Struck with unusual fear, she trembling cries,
320 She saints, she falls; she lifts her weeping eyes. I answer'd stern. Inglorious then remain,
What art thou? say! from whence, from whom Here feast and loiter, and desert thy train.
you came? Alone, unfriended, will I tempt my way;
O more than human! tell thy race, thy name. The laws of fate compel, and I obey.
Amazing strength, these poisons to sustain ! This said, and scornful turning from the shore Not mortal thou, nor mortal is thy brain. 330 My haughty step, I stalk'd the valley o'er.
Or art thou he? the man to come foretold Till now approaching nigh the magic bower, By Hermes powerful with the wand of gold ?) Where dwelt the enchantress skill'd in herbs of The man from Troy, who wander'd ocean round; power;
The man for wisdom's various arts renown'd, A form divine forth issuing from the wood
Ulysses? Oh! thy threatening fury cease, (Immortal Hermes with the golden rod) 330 Sheath thy bright sword, and join our hands in peace! In human semblance. On his bloomy face
Let mutual joys our mutual trust combine, Youth smiled celestial, with each opening grace. And love, and love-born confidence, be thine. He seized my hand, and gracious thus began: And how, dread Circe! (furious I rejoin) Ah, whither roam'st thou, much-enduring man? Can love, and love-born confidence be mine? 400 O blind to fate! what led thy steps to rove Beneath thy charms when my companions groan, The horrid mazes of this magic grove?
Transform'd to beasts, with accents not their own! Euch friend you seek in yon enclosure lies, O thou of fraudful heart, shall I be led All lost their form, and habitants of sties.
To share thy feast-rites, or ascend thy bed, Think'st thou by wit to model their escape ? That, all unarm d, thy vengeance muy bare vent, Sooner shalt thou, a stranger to thy shape, 310 And magic bind me, cold and impolent ? Fall prone their equal : first thy danger know, Celestial as thou art, yet stand denied; Then take the antidote the gods bestow.
Or swear that oath by which the gods are tried, The plant I give, through all the direful bower Swear, in thy soul no latent frauds remain, Shall guard thee, and avert the evil hour.
Swear by the vow which never can be vain. 410 Now hear her wicked arts. Before thy eyes
The goddess swore : then seized my hand, and led The bowl shall sparkle, and the banquet rise; To the sweet transports of the genial bed. Take this, nor from the faithless feast abstain, Ministrant to the queen, with busy care For temper'd drugs and poison shall be vain. Four faithful handmaids the sofi rites prepare; Soon as she strikes her wand, and gives the word, Nymphs sprung from fountains, or from shady woods, Draw forth and brandish thy reti gent sword, 350 Or the fair offspring of the sacred Hoods. Aud menace death; those menaces shall move One o'er the couches painted carpets threw, Her alter'd mind to blandishment and love. Whose purple lustre glow'd against the view; Nor shun the blessing protier'd to thy arms, White linen lay beneath. Another placed Ascend her bed, and taste celestial charms : The silver stands, with golden flaskets graced: 493