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Now all at once tremendous seenes unfold; 240 In the wide dungeon she devours her food,
Thunder'd the deeps, the smoking billows rollid! And the flesh trembles while she churns the blood.
Tumultuous waves embroil the bellowing flood, Worn as I am with griefs, with care decay'd,
All trembling, deafen'd, and aghast we stood ! Never, I never, scene so dire survey'd !
No more the vessel plough'd the dreadful wave, My shivering blood, congeal'd, forgot to flow; 310
Fear seized the mighty, and unnerved the brave; Aghast I stood, a monument of woe!
Each dropt his oar: but swift from man to man Now from the rocks the rapid vessel flies,
With looks serene 1 turn'd, and thus began : And the hoarse din like distant thunder dies;
Oh friends! oh often tried in adverse storms! To Sol's bright isle our voyage we pursue,
With ills familiar in more dreadful forms!

And now the glittering mountains rise to view.
Deep in the dire Cyclopean den you lay, 250 There sacred to the radiant god of day,
Yet safe return'd-Ulysses led the way,

Graze the fair herds, the flocks promiscuous stray: Learn courage hence, and in my care confide: Then suddenly was heard along the main Lo! still the same Ulysses is your guide.

To low the ox, to bleat the woolly train. 319 Attend my words! your oars incessant ply; Straight to my anxious thoughts the sound convey'd Strain every nerve, and bid the vessel fly.

The words of Circe and the Theban shade; If from yon justling rocks and wavy war

Warn'd by their awful voice these shores to shun, Jove safety grants, he grants it to your care. With cautious fears oppress'd, I thus begun. And thou, whose guiding hand directs our way, O friends! oh ever exercised in care ! Pilot, attentive listen and obey !

259 Hear heaven's commands, and reverence what ye
Bear wide thy course, nor plough those angry waves hear!
Where rolls yon smoke, yon tumbling ocean raves: To fly these shores the prescient Theban shade
Steer by the higher rock; lest whirld around And Circe warns! O be their voice obey'd:
We sink, beneath the circling eddy drown'd. Some mighty woe relentless heaven forbodes:

While yet I speak, at once their oars they seize, Fly these dire regions, and revere the gods !
Stretch to the stroke, and brush the working seas. While yet I spoke a sudden sorrow ran 330
Cautious the name of Scylla I suppress'd; Through every breast, and spread from man to man,
That dreadful sound had chill'd the boldest breast. Till wrathful thus Eurylochus began :
Meantime, forgetful of the voice divine,

O cruel thou! some fury sure has steeld
All dreadfal bright my limbs in armour shine ; That stubborn soul, by toil untaught to yield!
High on the deck I take my dangerous stand, 270 From sleep debarr'd, we sink from woes to woes;
Two glittering javelins lighten in my hand: And cruel, enviest thou a short repose ?
Prepared to whirl the whizzing spear I stay, Still must we restless rove, new seas explore,
Till the fell fiend arise to seize her prey.

The sun descending, and so near the shore ? Around the dungeon, studious to behold

And lo! the night begins her gloomy reign,
The hideous pest, my labouring eyes I rolld; And doubles all the terrors of the main. 340
In vain! the dismal dungeon, dark as night, on in the dead of night loud winds arise,
Veils the dire monster, and confounds the sight. Lash the wild surge, and bluster in the skies ;

Now through the rocks, appall'd with deep dismay, Or should the fierce south-west his rage display,
We bend our course, and stem the desperate way; And toss with rising storms the watery way,
Dire Seylla there a scene of horror forms, 280 Though gods descend from heaven's aërial plain
And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. To lend us aid, the gods descend in vain ;
When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves Then while the night displays her awful shade,
The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves; Sweet time of slumber! be the night obey'd !
They toss, they foam, a wild confusion raise, Haste ye to land! and when the morning ray
Like waters bubbling o'er the fiery blaze;

Sheds her bright beams, pursue the destined way. 350 Eternal mists obscure the aerial plain,

A sudden joy in every bosom rose:
And high above the rock she spouts the main: So will'd some dæmon, minister of woes!
When in her gulfs the rushing sea subsides,

To whom with grief-0 swift to be undone,
She drains the ocean with the refluent tides: Constrain'd I act what wisdom bids me shun.
The rock rebellows with a thundering sound; 290 But yonder herds and yonder flocks forbear;
Deep, wondrous deep, below appears the ground. Attest the heavens, and call the gods to hear:
Struck with despair, with trembling hearts we Content, an innocent repast display,
view'd

By Circe given, and fly the dangerous prey.
The yawning dungeon, and the tumbling flood; Thus I: and while to shore the vessel dies,
When lo! fierce Scylla stoop'd to seize her prey, With hands uplifted they attest the skies;

360 Stretch'd her dire jaws, and swept six men away; Then where a fountain's gurgling waters play, Chiefs of renown! loud-echoing shrieks arise: They rush to land, and end in feasts the day: I turn and view them quivering in the skies; They feed; they quaff: and now (their hunger fled) They call, and aid with out-stretch'd arms implore: Sigh for their friends devour'd, and mourn the dead : In vain they call! those arms are stretch'd no Nor cease the tears till each in slumber shares more.

A sweet forgetfulness of human cares. As from some rock that overhangs the flood, 300 Now far the night advanced her gloomy reign, The silent fisher casts the insidious food,

And setting stars roll'd down the azure plain : With fraudful care he waits the finny prize, When, at the voice of Jove, wild whirlwinds rise, And sudden lifts it quivering to the skies:

And clouds and double darkness veil the skies ; 370 So the foul monster lifts her prey on high, The moon, the stars, the bright ethereal host So pant the wretches struggling in the sky : Seem as extinct, and all their splendours lost ;

The furious tempest roars with dreadful sound: Why were my cares beguiled in short repose !
Air thunders, rolls the ocean, groans the ground. O fatal slumber, paid with lasting woes! 440
All night it raged: when morning rose, to land A deed so dreadful all the gods alarms,
We haulid our bark, and moor'd it on the strand, Vengeance is on the wing, and heaven in arms!
Where in a beauteous grotto's cool recess

Meantime Lampetie mounts the aërial way,
Dance the green Nereids of the neighbouring seas. And kindles into rage the god of day:
There while the wild winds whistled o'er the Vengeance, ye powers! (he cries,) and thou whose
main,

hand Thus careful I address'd the listening train. 380 Aims the red bolt, and hurls the writhen brand!

O friends, be wise! nor dare the flocks destroy Slain are those herds which I with pride surrey, Of these fair pastures: if ye touch, ye die. When through the ports of heaven I pour the day Warn'd by the high command of heaven, be awed; Or deep in ocean plunge the burning ray. Holy the flocks, and dreadful is the god! Vengeance, ye gods! or I the skies forego, That god who spreads the radiant beams of light, And bear the lamp of heaven to shades below. And views wide earth and heaven's unmeasured To whom the thundering Power: 0 source of day! height.

Whose radiant lamp adorns the azure way, And now the moon had run her monthly round, Still may thy beams through heaven's bright porThe south-east blustering with a dreadful sound :

tals rise, Unhurt the beeves, untouch'd the woolly train 389 The joy of earth, and glory of the skies ; Low through the grove, or range the flowery plain: Lo! my red arm I bare, my thunders guide, Then fail'd our food; then fish we make our prey, To dash the offenders in the whelming tide Or fowl that, screaming, haunt the watery way. To fair Calypso, from the bright abodes, Till now, from sea or flood no succour found, Ilermes convey'd these counsels of the gods Famine and meagre want besieged us round. Meantime from man to man my tongue exclaims, Pensive and pale from grove to grove I stray'd, My wrath is kindled, and my soul in flames. 461 From the loud storms to find a sylvan shade; In vain! I view perform'd the direful deed, There o'er my hands the living wave I pour ; Beeves, slain by heaps, along the ocean bleed. And heaven and heaven's immortal thrones adore, Now heaven gave signs of wrath; along the ground To calm the roarings of the stormy main, Crept the raw hides, and with a bellowing sound And grant me peaceful to my realms again. 400 Roar'd the dead limbs; the burning entrails groan'd Then o'er my eyes the gods soft slumber shed, Six guilty days my wretched mates employ While thus Eurylochus arising said:

In impious feasting, and unhallow'd joy ; O friends, a thousand ways frail mortals lead The seventh arose, and now the sire of gods To the cold tomb, and dreadful all to tread; Rein'd the rough storms, and calm'd the tossing floods. But dreadful most, when, by a slow decay, With speed the bark we climb; the spacions sails Pale hunger wastes the manly strength away. Loosed from the yards invite the impelling gales. Why cease ye then to implore the powers above, Past sight of shore, along the surge we bound, And offer hecatombs to thundering Jove ? And all above is sky, and ocean all around; Why seize ye not yon beeves, and fleecy prey ? When lo! a murky cloud the Thunderer forms Arise unanimous; arise and slay:

410 Full o'er our heads, and blackens heaven with storms. And if the gods ordain a safe return,

Night dwells o'er all the deep: and now outflies To Phæbus shrines shall rise, and altars burn. The gloomy West, and whistles in the skies. But, should the powers that o'er mankind preside, The mountain-billows roar! the furious blast Decree to plunge us in the whelming tide, Ilowls o'er the shroud, and rends it from the mast; Better to rush at once to shades below,

The mast gives way, and crackling as it bends, 451 Than linger life away, and nourish woe! Tears up the deck; and all at once descends ;

Thus he: the beeves around securely stray, The pilot by the tumbling ruin slain, When swift to ruin they invade the prey; Dash'd from the helm, falls headlong in the main. They seize, they kill !-but for the rite divine, Then Jove in anger bids his thunders roll, The barley fail'd, and for libations wine. 420 And forky lightnings flash from pole to pole : Swift from the oak they strip the shady pride; Fierce at our heads his deadly bolt he aims, And verdant leaves the flowery cake supplied. Red with uncommon wrath, and wrapt in flames :

With prayer they now address the ethereal train, Full on the bark it fell; now high, now low, Slay the selected beeves, and flay the slain : Toss'd and re-toss'd, it reeld beneath the blow; 490 The thighs, with fat involved, divide with art, At once into the main the crew it shook: Strew'd o'er with morsels cut from every part. Sulphureous odours rose, and smouldering smoke. Water, instead of wine, is brought in urns,

Like fowl that haunt the floods, they sink, they rise, And pour'd profanely as the victim burns. Now lost, now seen, with shrieks and dreadful cries, The thighs thus offer'd, and the entrails dress'd, And strive to gain the bark ; but Jove denies. They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast. 430 Firm at the helm I stand, when fierce the main

"T'was then soft slumber fled my troubled brain; Rush'd with dire noise, and dash'd the sides in twain; Back to the bark I speed along the main.

Again impetuous drove the furious blast,
When lo! an odour from the feast exhales, Snapt the strong helm, and bore to sea the mast;
Spreads o'er the coast, and scents the tainted gales; Firm to the mast with cords the helm I bind,
A chilly fear congeald my vital blood,

And ride aloft, to Providence resign'd,
And thus, obtesting heaven, I mourn'd aloud. Through tumbling billows and a war of wind.
O sire of men and gods, immortal Jove!

Now sunk the West, and now a southern brecze O all ye blissful powers that reign above! More dreadful than the tempest, lash'd the seas.

For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves, With wine unmix'd (an honour due to age,
And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves. To cheer the grave, and warm the poet's rage ;)
All night I drove; and at the dawn of day, Though labour'd gold and many a dazzling vest
fast by the rocks beheld the desperate way: Lie heap'd already for our godlike guest ;
Just when the sea within her gulfs subsides, Without new treasures let him not remove,
And in the roaring whirlpools rush the tides. 510 Large, and expressive of the public love :
Swift from the float I vaulted with a bound, Each peer a tripod, each a vase bestow,
The lofty fig-tree seized, and clung around: A general tribute which the state shall owe.
So to the beam the bat tenacious clings,

This sentence pleased : then all their steps adAnd pendant round it clasps his leathern wings.

dress'd High in the air the tree its boughs display'd, To seperate mansions and retire to rest. 20 And o'er the dungeon cast a dreadful shade: Now did the rosy-finger'd morn arise, All unsustain'd between the wave and sky, And shed her sacred light along the skies. Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly.

Down to the haven and the ships in haste What time the judge forsakes the noisy bar, They bore the treasures, and in safety placed. To take repast, and stills the wordy war, 520 The king himself the vases ranged with care ; Charybdis, rumbling from her inmost caves, Then bade his followers to the feast repair. The mast refunded on her refluent waves. A victim ox beneath the sacred hand Swift from the tree, the floating mast to gain, Of great Alcinoüs falls, and stains the sand. Sudden I dropp'd amidst the flashing main; To Jove the Eternal (power above all powers! Once more undaunted on the ruin rode,

Who wings the wind, and darkens heaven with And card with labouring arms along the flood.

showers)

30 Unseen I passid by Scylla's dire abodes ;

The flames ascend: till evening they prolong So Jove decreed (dread sire of men and gods.) The rites more sacred made by heavenly song: Then nine long days I plough'd the calmer seas, For in the midst, with public honours graced Heaved by the surge, and wafted by the breeze. 530 Thy lyre divine, Demodocus ! was placed. Weary and wet the Ogygian shores I gain, All, but Ulysses, heard with fix'd delight: When the tenth sun descended to the main. He sate, and eyed the sun, and wish'd the night: There, in Calypso's ever-fragrant bowers, Slow seem'd the sun to move, the hours to roll, Refresh'd I lay, and joy beguiled the hours. His native home deep-imaged in his soul. My following fates to thee, O king, are known, As the tired ploughman spent with stubborn toil, And the bright partner of thy royal throne. Whose oxen long have torn the furrow'd soil, 40 Enough: in misery can words avail?

Sees with delight the sun's declining ray,
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale? When home with feeble knees he bends his way

To late repast, (the day's hard labour done,
So to Ulysses welcome set the sun ;

Then instant to Alcinoüs and the rest
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(The Scheran states) he turn'd and thus address'd; ARGUMENT.

O thou the first in merit and command !
The Arrival of Ulysses in Ithaca.

And you the peers and princes of the land!
Ulysses takes leave of Alcinous and Arcte, and embarks

May every joy be yours! nor this the least, in the evening. Next morning the ship arrives at When due libation shall have crown'd the feast

, 50 Ithaca ; where the sailors, as Ulysses is yet sleeping, Safe to my home to send your happy guest. lay him on the shore with all his treasures. On their Complete are now the bounties you have given, return, Neptune changes their ship into a rock. In Be all those bounties but confirm'd by heaven! the meantime Ulysses awaking, knows not his native So may I find, when all my wanderings cease, Ithaca, by reason of mist which Pallas had cast My consort blameless, and my friends in peace. round him. He breaks into loud lamentations; till On you be every bliss; and every day, the goddess appearing to him in the form of a shep. In home felt joys, delighted roll away: herd, discovers the country to him, and points out the particular places. He then tells a feigned story of his

Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race adventures, upon which she manifests herself, and May every god enrich with every grace! they consult together of the measures to be taken Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation stand, 60 to destroy the suitors. To conceal his return, and And public evil never touch the land ! disguise his person the more effectually, she changes His words well weigh’d, the general voice aphim into the figure of an old beggar.

proved
Benign, and instant his dismission moved.

The monarch to Pontonous gave the sign,
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To fill the goblet high with rosy wine :
HE ceased; but left so pleasing on their ear Great Jove the Father, first (he cried) implore;
His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear. Then send the stranger to his native shore.
A pause of silence hush'd the shady rooms :

The luscious wine the obedient herald brought : The grateful conference then the king resumes. Around the mansion flow'd the purple draught:

Whatever toils the great Ulysses passid, Each from his seat to each immortal pours, 70 Beneath this happy roof they end at last ; Whom glory circles in the Olympian bowers. No longer now from shore to shore to roam, Ulysses sole with air majestic stands, Smooth seas and gentle winds invite him home. The bowl presenting to Arete's hands; But hear me, princes! whom these walls enclose, Then thus: O queen, farewell ! be still possess'd For whom my chanter sings, and goblet flows. 10 or doar remembrance, blessing still and bless'd.

Till age and death shall gently call thee hence, Nor yet forgot old Ocean's dread supreme (Sure fate of every mortal excellence !)

The vengeance vow'd for eyeless Polypheme. Farewell! and joys successive ever spring Before the throne of mighty Jove he stood; To thee, to thine, the people, and the king ! And sought the secret counsels of the god.

Thus he ; then, parting, prints the sandy shore 80 Shall then no more, O sire of gods! be mine To the fair port: a herald march'd before, The rights and honours of a power divine ? Sent by Alcinoüs ; of Aretè's train

Scorn'd even by man, and (oh severe disgrace! 150 Three chosen maids attend him to the main; By soft Phæacians, my degenerate race! This does a tunic and white vest convey,

Against yon destined head in vain I swore, A various casket that, of rich inlay,

And menaced vengeance, ere he reach'd his shore; And bread and wine the third. The cheerful mates To reach his natal shore was thy decree ; Safe in the hollow poop dispose the cates : Mild I obey'd, for who shall war with thee? Upon the deck soft painted robes they spread, Behold him landed careless and asleep, With linen cover'd, for the hero's bed.

From all the eluded dangers of the deep; He climb'd the lofty stern; then gently pressid 90 Lo where he lies, amidst a shining store The swelling couch and lay composed to rest. of brass, rich garments, and refulgent ore;

Now placed in order, the Phæacian train And bears triumphant to his native isle 160 Their cables loose, and launch into the main : A prize more worth than Ilion's noble spoil. At once they bend, and strike their equal oars, To whom the Father of the immortal powers, And leave the sinking hills and lessening shores. Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with While on the deck the chief in silence lies,

showers:
And pleasing slumbers steal upon his eyes. Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain?
As fiery coursers in the rapid race

Neptune tremendous o'er the boundless main!
Urged by fierce drivers through the dusty space, Revered and awful even in heaven's abodes,
Toss their high heads, and scour along the plain; 100 Ancient and great ! a god above the gods!
So mounts the bounding vessel o'er the main. If that low race offend thy power divine
Back to the stern the parted billows flow,

(Weak, daring creatures !) is not vengeance thine ? And the black ocean foams and roars below. Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise. 170

Thus with spread sails the winged galley flies; He said. The shaker of the earth replies : Less swift an eagle cuts the liquid skies ;

This then I doom: to fix the gallant ship Divine Ulysses was her sacred load,

A mark of vengeance on the sable deep; A man in wisdom equal to a god!

To warn the thoughtless self-confiding train, Much danger, long and mighty toils he bore, No more unlicensed thus to brave the main. In storms by sea, and combats on the shore : Full in their port a shady hill shall rise, All which soft sleep now banish from his breast, 110 If such thy will. We will it, Jove replies. Wrapt in a pleasing, deep, and death-like rest. Even when with transport blackening all the strand,

But when the morning star with early ray The swarming people hail their ship to land, Flamed in the front of heaven, and promised day; Fix her for ever, a memorial stone:

180 Like distant clouds the mariner descries

Still let her seem to sail, and seem alone: Fair Ithaca's emerging hills arise.

The trembling cloud shall see the sudden shade Far from the town a spacious port appears, of whelming mountains overhang their head! Sacred to Phorcy's power, whose name it bears ; With that the god whose earthquakes rock the Two craggy rocks projecting to the main,

ground,
The roaring winds tempestuous to restrain; Fierce to Phæacia cross'd the vast profound.
Within the waves in softer murmurs glide, 120 Swift as a swallow sweeps the liquid way,
And ships secure without their halsers ride. The winged pinnace shot along the sea.
High at the head, a branching olive grows, The god arrests her with a sudden stroke,
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs. And roots her down, an everlasting rock.
Beneath a gloomy grotto's cool recess

Aghast the Scherians stand in deep surprise; 190
Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring seas, All press to speak, all question with their eyes.
Where bowls and urns were form'd of living stone, What hands unseen the rapid bark restrain ?
And massy beams in native marble shone ; And yet it swims, or seems to swim, the main!
On which the labours of the nymphs were rollid, Thus they, unconscious of the deed divine:
Their webs divine of purple mix'd with gold. Till great Alcinoiis rising own'd the sign.
Within the cave the clustering bees attend 130 Behold the long-predestined day! (he cries ;)
Their waxen works, or from the roof depend. O certain faith of ancient prophecies !
Perpetual waters o'er the pavement glide : These ears have heard my royal sire disclose
Two marble doors unfold on either side ;

A dreadful story, big with future woes; Sacred the south, by which the gods descend; How moved with wrath, that care less we convey 900 But mortals enter at the northern end.

Promiscuous every guest to every bay, Thither they bent, and haul their ship to land, Stern Neptune raged; and how by his command (The crooked keel divides the yellow sand ;) Firm rooted in the surge a ship should stand, Ulysses, sleeping on his couch, they bore, (A monument of wrath ;) and mound on mound And gently placed him on the rocky shore. Should hide our walls, or whelm beneath the ground His treasures next Alcinoüs' gifts, they laid 140 The Fates have follow'd as declared the seer. In the wild olive's unfrequented shade,

Be humbled, nations! and your monarch hear. Secure from theft; then launch'd the bark again, No more unlicensed brave the deeps ; no more Resumed their oars, and measured back the main. With every stranger pass from shore to shore :

On angry Neptune now for mercy call; 210/With joy to thee, as to some god I bend,
To his high name let twelve black oxen fall. To thee my treasures and myself commend.
So may the god reverse his purposed will, O tell a wretch in exile doom'd to stray,
Nor o'er our city hang the dreadful hill.

What air I breathe, what country I survey

y? 280 The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd. The fruitful continent's extremest bound, Forth on the sands the victim oxen led :

Or some fair isle which Neptune's arm surround ? The gather'd tribes before the altars stand,

From what fair clime (said she) remote from fame And chiefs and rulers, a majestic band.

Arrivest thou here a stranger to our name? The king of ocean all the tribes implore;

Thou seest an island, not to those unknown The blazing altars redden all the shore.

Whose hills are brighten'd by the rising sun, Meanwhile Ulysses in his country lay, 220 Nor those that placed beneath his utmost reign Released from sleep, and round him might survey Behold him sinking in the western main. The solitary shore and rolling sea,

The rugged snil allows no level space Yet had his mind through tedious absence lost * y flying chariots or the rapid race ;

290 The dear resemblance of his native coast; Yet, not ungrateful to the peasant's pain, Besides, Minerva, to secure her care,

Suflices fulness to the swelling grain : Diffused around a veil of thicken'd air :

The loaded trees their various fruits produce, For so the gods ordain'd, to keep unseen

And clustering grapes afford a generous juice : His royal person from his friends and queen; Woods crown our mountains, and in every grove Till the proud suitors for their crimes afford The bounding goats and frisking heifers rove: An ample vengeance to their injured lord. 230 Soft rains and kindly dews refresh the field,

Now all the land another prospect bore, And rising springs eternal verdure yield. Another port appear'd, another shore,

Even to those shores is Ithaca renown'd, And long-continued ways, and winding floods, Where Troy's majestic ruins strew the ground. 300 And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown At this, the chief with transport was possess'd, woods

His panting heart exulted in his breast : Pensive and slow, with sudden grief oppress’d, Yet, well dissembling his untimely joys, The king arose, and beat his careful breast, And veiling truth in plausible disguise, Cast a long look o'er all the coast and main, Thus, with an air sincere, in fiction bold, And sought, around, his native realm in vain : His ready tale the inventive hero told: Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe,

Oft have I heard in Crete, this island's name: And as he spoke, the tears began to flow. 240 For 'twas from Crete, my native soil, I came :

Ye gods, he cried, upon what barren coast, Self-banish'd thence. I sail'd before the wind, In what new region is Ulysses toss'd ?

And left my children and my friends behind; 310 Possess'd by wild barbarians, fierce in arms? From fierce Idomeneus' revenge I flew, Or men whose bosom tender pity warms ? Whose son, the swift Orsilochus, I slew. Where shall this treasure now in safety lie ? (With brutal force he seized my 'Trojan prey, And whither, whither its sad owner fly?

Due to the toils of many a bloody day.) Ah why did I Alcinois' grace implore?

Unseen I’scaped, and, favour'd by the night,
Ah why forsake Phæacia's happy shore ?

In a Phænician vessel took my flight,
Some juster prince perhaps had entertain'd, For Pyle or Elis bound: but tempests toss'd,
And safe restored me to my native land. 250 And raging billows drove us on your coast.
Is this the promised, long-expected coast,

In dead of night an unknown port we gain'd,
And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast ?

Spent with fatigue, and slept secure on land. 320 Oh righteous gods! of all the great, how few But ere the rosy morn renew'd the day, Are just to heaven, and to their promise true! While in the embrace of pleasing sleep I lay, But he, the power to whose all-seeing eyes Sudden, invited by auspicious gales, The deeds of men appear without disguise, They land my goods, and hoist their flying sails. "Tis his alone to avenge the wrongs I bear; Abandon'd here my fortune I deplore, For still the oppress'd are his peculiar care. A hapless exile on a foreign shore. To count these presents, and from thence to prove Thus while he spoke, the blue-eyed maid began Their faith, is mine : the rest belongs to Jove. 260 With pleasing smiles to view the godlike man:

Then on the sands he ranged his wealthy store, Then changed her form : and now, divinely bright, The gold, the vests, the tripods number'd o'er : Jove's heavenly daughter stood confess'd to sight; All these he found, but still in error lost

Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom, 331 Disconsolate he wanders on the coast,

Skill d in the illustrious labours of the loom. Sighs for his country, and laments again

O still the same Ulysses ! she rejoin'd, To the deaf rocks, and hoarse resounding main. In useful craft successfully refined ! When lo. the guardian goddess of the wise, Artful in speech, in action, and in mind ! Celestial Pallas, stood before his eyes :

Sufficed it not, that, thy long labours past, In show a youthful swain, of form divine,

Secure thou seest thy native shore at last ? Who seem'd descended from some princely line. 270 But this to me? who, like thyself, excel A graceful robe her slender body dress’d: In arts of counsel, and dissembling well : Around her shoulders flew the waving vest, To me? whose wit exceeds the powers divine, 340 Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,

No less than mortals are surpass'd by thine. And painted sandals on her feet she wore. Know'st thou not me? who made thy life my care, To whom the king : Whoc'er of human race Through ten years' wandering, and through ten Thou art, that wander'st in this desert place!

years' war;

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