If thine I am, nor thou my birth difown,
And if th' unhappy Cyclop be thy fon;
Let not Ulyffes breathe his native air,
580 Laertes' fon, of Ithaca the fair.
Once more I rais'd my voice? my friends afraid
With mild entreaties my defign diffuade,
What boots the godlefs giant to provoke,
Whofe arms may fink us at a fingle ftroke?
Already, when the dreadful rock he threw,
Old ocean fhook, and back his furges flew,
Thy founding voice directs his aim again;
The rock o'erwhelms us, and we 'fcap'd in vain.
But I, of mind elate, and scorning fear,
Thus with new taunts infult the monfter's ear.
Cyclop! if any, pitying thy difgrace,
Afk who disfigur'd thus that eyeless face? Say 'twas Ulyffes, 'twas his deed, declare, Laertes' fon, of Ithaca the fair;
Ulyffes, far in fighting fields renown'd,
Before whofe arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
Th' aftonish'd favage with a roar replies:
O heavens! O faith of ancient prophecies!
This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold,
(The mighty feer who on these hills grew old;
Skill'd the dark fates of mortals to declare,
And learn'd in all wing'd omens of the air)
Long fince he menac'd fuch was Fate's command;
And nam'd Ulyffes as the deftin'd hand.
I deem'd fome godlike giant to behold,
Or lofty hero, haughty, brave, and bold;
Not this weak pigmy-wretch, of mean defign,
Who not by ftrength fubdued me, but by wine.
But come, accept our gifts, and join to pray
Great Neptune's bleffing on the watery way:
For his I am, and I the lineage own:
Th' immortal father no less boasts the fon.
His power can heal me, and re-light my eye:
And only his, of all the Gods on high,
Oh could this arm (I thus aloud rejoin'd) From that vaft bulk dislodge thy bloody mind, And fend thee howling to the realms of night! As fure, as Neptune cannot give thee fight.
Thus I while raging he repeats his cries,
With hands uplifted to the ftarry skies:
Hear me, O Neptune! thou whofe arms
hurl'd
If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and fufferings long and late;
His loft companions let him first deplore;
Some veffel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign fufferings freed,
More near and deep, domeftic woes fucceed!
With imprecations thus he fill'd the air,
And angry Neptune heard the unrighteous prayer.
A larger rock then heaving from the plain,
He whirl'd it round: it fung across the main :
It fell, and brush'd the ftern: the billows roar,
Shake at the weight, and refluent beat the shore.
With all our force we kept aloof to sea,
And gain'd the island where our veffels lay.
Our fight the whole collected navy cheer'd,
Who, waiting long, by turns had hop'd and fear'd.
There difembarking on the green fea-fide,
We land our cattle, and the spoil divide :
Of thefe due fhares to every failur fall;
The mafter ram was voted mine by all:
And him (the guardian of Ulysses' fate)
With pious mind to Heaven I confecrate.
But the great God, whofe thunder rends the skies, Averfe, beholds the smoking sacrifice;.
And fees me wandering still from coast to coaft, And all my veffels, all my people, loft!
With hafly strokes the hoarfe refounding deep;
Blind to the future, penfive with our fears,
Glad for the living, for the dead in tears.
From shore to shore, and gird the fōlid world.
Adventures with Æolus, the Leftrigons, and Circe.
Ulyffes arrives at the island of alus, who gives him profperous winds, and encloses the adverfe ones in a bag, which bis companions untying, they are driven back again, and rejected. Then they fail to the Leftrigons, where they lofe eleven ships, and, with one only remaining, proceed to the island of Circe. Eurglochus is fent firft with fome companions, all which, except Euryloebus, are transformed into fwine. Ulyffes then undertakes the adventure, and, by the help of Mercury, who gives him the bèrb Moly, overcomes the enchantress, and prósures the refloration of his men. After a year's flay with her, be prepares, at her infiigation, for his voyage to the infernal fbades.
T length we reach'd Æolia's fea-girt shore Where great Hippotades the fceptre bore, A floating ifle! High-rais'd by toil divine, Strong walls of brass the rocky coast confine.
Six blooming youths, in private grandeur bred, 5
And fix fair daughters grac'd the royal bed:
These fons their fifters wed, and all remain
Their parents pride, and pleasure of their reign.
Waft thou not furnish'd by our choicest care
For Greece, for home, and all thy foul held dear!
Thus they in filence long my fate I mourn'd, 75
At length these words with accent low return'd:
Me, lock'd in fleep, my faithlefs crew bereft
Of all the bleflings of your godlike gift!
15 But grant, oh grant our lofs we may retrieve:
A favour you, and you alone can give.
Thus with art to move their pity try'd,
And touch'd the youths; but their fern fire re-
ply'd:
Vile wretch, begone! this inftant I command
Thy fleet accurs'd to leave our hallow'd land.
His baneful fuit pollutes thefe blefs'd abodes,
Whofe fate proclaims him hateful to the Gods.
Thus fierce he faid: we fighing went our way,
25 And with defponding hearts put off to fea.
The failors, fpent with toils, their folly mourn,
But mourn in vain; no profpect of return.
Six days and nights a doubtful course we steer,
The next proud Lamos' ftately towers appear,
And Leftrigonia's gates arife diftinct in air.
The fhepherd, quitting here at night the plain,
Calls, to fucceed his cares, the watchful fwain; 95
But he that fcorns the chains of fleep to wear,
And adds the herdfman's to the shepherd's care.
So near the paftures, and fo fhort the way,
His double toils may claim a double pay,
And join the labours of the night and day. 10
Within a long recefs a bay there lies,
All day they feaft, all day the bowls flow round,
And joy and music through the ifle refound:
At night each pair on fplendid carpets lay,
And crown'd with love the pleasures of the day.
This happy port affords our wandering fleet
A month's reception, and a safe retreat.
Full oft the monarch urg'd me to relate
The fall of Ilion, and the Grecian fate;
Full oft I told; at length for parting mov'd;
The king with mighty gifts my fuit approv'd.
The adverfe winds in leathern bags he brac'd,
Comprefs'd their force, and lock'd each ftruggling
For him the mighty Sire of Gods affign'd [blaft:
The tempeft's Lord, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the liftening ftorms obey,
To smooth the deep, or fwell the foamy fea.
These in my hollow fhip the monarch hung,
Securely fetter'd by a filver throng;
But Zephyrus exempt, with friendly gales
He charg'd to fill, and guide the fwelling fails:
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Nine profperous days we ply'd the labouring oar; 30
The tenth prefents our welcome native shore:
The hills difplay the beacon's friendly light,
And rifing mountains gain upon our fight.
Then firft my eyes, by watchful toils oppreft,
Comply'd to take the balmy gifts of reft;
Then first my hands did from the rudder part
(So much the love of home poffefs'd my heart);
When, lo! on board a fond debate arofe;
What rare device thofe veffels might enclofe?
What fum, what prize from Æolus I brought? 4
Whilft to his neighbour each exprefs'd his thought:
Say, whence, ye Gods, contending nations ftrive
Who moft fhall pleafe, who most our hero give?
Long have his coffers groan'd with Trojan spoils;
Whilft we, the wretched partners of his toils,
Reproach'd by want, our fruitless labours, mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Now Eolus, ye fee, augments his ftore:
But come, my friends, thefe myftic gifts explore.
They faid; and (oh curft fate) the thongs un-
bound;
The gushing tempeft fweeps the ocean round;
Snatch'd in the whirl, the hurry'd navy flew,
The ocean widen'd, and the shores withdrew.
Rouz'd from my fatal fleep, I long debate
If kill to live, or defperate plunge to Fate:
Thus, doubting, proftrate on the deck I lay,
Till all the coward thoughts of death gaye way.
Mean while our veffels plough the liquid
plain
And foon the known Eolian coaft regain
Our groans the rocks remurmur'd to the main. 6c,
We leapt on fhore, and with a feanty featt
Our hirft and hunger haftily reprefs'd;
That done, two chofen heralds straight attend
Our fecond progrefs to my royal friend:
And him amid his jovial fons we found;
The banquet fteaming, and the goblets crown'd:
There humbly stopp'd with confcious fhame and
Nor nearer than the gate prefum'd to draw.
But foon his fons their well-known guest descry'd
And ftarting from their couches loudly cry'd:
Ulyffes here! what dæmon could'ft thou meet
To thwart thy paffage, and repel thy fleet?
Edg'd round with cliffs, high pointing to the skies;
The jutting fhores that fwell on either fide
Contract its mouth, and break the rushing tide.
Our eager failors feize the fair retreat,
105
And bound within the port their crowded fleet;
For here retir'd the finking billows fleep,
And fmiling calmness filver'd o'er the deep.
only in the bay refus'd to moor,
And fix'd, without, my halfers to the shore.
From thence we climb'd a point, whose airy
brow
Commands the profpect of the plains below:
No tracts of beafts, or figns of men, we found,
But fmoky volumes rolling from the ground,
Two with our herald thither we command,
With speed to learn what men poffefs'd the land.
They went, and kept the wheel's fmooth beaten
road
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Which to the city drew the mountain wood;
When lo! they met, beide a cryftal fpring,
The daughter of Antiphates the king;
She to Artacia's filver ftreams came down
(Artacia's streams alone fupply the town):
The damfel they approach'd, and afk'd what race
The people were? who monarch of the place?
With joy the maid th' unwary strangers heard, 125
And show'd them where the royal dome appear'd,
They went; but as they entering faw the queen
Of fize enormous, and terrific mien
(Not yielding to fome bulky mountain's height),
A fudden horror ftruck their aching fight.
Swiat her call her husband scour'd away
To wreak his hunger on the deftin'd prey;
One for his food the raging glutton flew.
But two rufh'd out, and to the navy flew.
Balk d of his prey, the yelling monster flies, 135
And fills the sity with his hideous cries;
Aghaftly band of giants hear the roar, [Thore.
And, ponring down the mountains, crowd the
Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow,
And dafh the ruins on the fhips below:
The crackling veffels burst; hoarse groans arife,
And mingled herrors echo to the skies;
The men, like fish, they stuck upon the flood, ~
And cramm'd their filthy throats with human
Whilft thus their fury rages at the bay, 145 [food.
My fword our cables cut, I call'd to weigh, [fly,
And charg'd my men, as they from Fate would
Each nerve to train, each bending oar to ply,.
The failors catch the word, their oars they feize,
And fweep with equal ftrokes the fmoky feas: 150
Clear of the rocks th' impatient veffel flies;
Whilft in the port each wretch encumber'd dies.
With earnest hafte my frighted failors prefs,
While kindling transports glow'd at our success;
But the fad fate that did our friends destroy
Cool'd every breaft, and damp'd the rifing joy.
Now dropp'd our anchors in the Exan bay, Where Circe dwelt, the daughter of the day; Her mother Persè, of old Ocean's strain, Thus from the Sun defcended and the Main [From the fame lineage ftern Extes came, The far-fam'd brother of th' enchantress dame); Goddess, and queen, to whom the powers belong Of dreadful magic, and commanding fong. Some God directing to this peaceful bay 165 Silent we came, and melancholy lay, [roll'd on, Spent and o'erwatch'd. Two days and nights And now the third fucceeding morning fhone. I climb'd a cliff, with fpear and sword in hand, Whofe ridge o'erlook'd a fhady length of land: 170 To learn if aught of mortal works appear? Or cheerful voice of mortal ftrike the ear? From the high point I mark'd, in diftant view, A ftream of curling fmoke afcending blue, And fpiry tops, the tufted trees above, Of Circe's palace bofom'd in the grove.
The joyful crew furvey his mighty fize, And on the future banquet feaft their eyes, As huge in length extended lay the beast: Then wash their hands, and haften to te feast. There, till the fetting fun roll'd down the light, They fate indulging in the genial rite. When evening rofe, and darkness covered o'er' 210 The face of things, we slept along the fhore. But when the rofy morning warm'd the caft, My men I fummon'd, and thefe words addreft : Followers and friends, attend what I propose: Ye fad companions of Ulyffes' woes! We know not here what land before us lies, Or to what quarter now we turn our eyes, Or where the fun fhall fet, or where fhall rife.. Here let us think (if thinking be not vain) If any counsel, any hope remain. Alas! from yonder promontory's brow, I view'd the coaft, a region flat and low; An ifle incircled with the boundless flood; A length of thickets, and entangled wood. Some fmoke I faw amid the forefts rife, and all around it only feas and skies!
With broken hearts my fad companions stood,>
Mindful of Cylop and his human food,
And horrid Leftrigons, the men of blood.
Prefaging tears apace began to reign;
But tears in mortal miferics are vain.
In equal parts 1 ftraight divide my band,
And name a chief each party to command;
I led the one, and of the other fide
Appointed brave Eurylochus the guide.
Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw,
And Fortune cafts Eurylochus to go :
He march'd with twice eleven in his train :
Penfive they march, and penfiveve remain.
The palace in a woody vale they found,
High rais'd of ftone; a fhaded space around;
175 Whe mountain wolyes and brindled lions roam,
(By magic tam'd) familiar to the dome.
Thither to hafte, the region to explore, Was firft my thought: but speeding back to fhore, I deem'd it beft to vifit firft my crew, And fend ont fpies the dubious coaft to view. As down the hill I folitary go, Some Power divine, who pities hunian Sent a tall flag, defcending from the wood, To cool his fervour in the crystal flood; Luxuriant on the wave-worn bank he lay, Stretch'd forth, and panting in the funny ray. I launch'd my fpear, and with a fudden wound, Tranfpiere'd his back, and fix'd him to the ground He falls. and mourns his fate with human cries: Through the wide wound the vital fpirit flies. 190 I drew, and cafting on the river's fide The bloody spear, his gather'd feet Ity'd With twining oziers, which the bank fupplied. An ell in length the pliant whisp I weav'd, And the huge body on my fhoulders heav'd: Then, leaning on my fpear with both my hands, Up-hore my load, and prefs'd the finking fands With weighty steps, till at the fhip I threw The welcome burden, and bespoke my crew: Cheer up, my friends! it is not yet our fate To glide with ghosts through Pluto's gloomy Food in the defart land, beheld! is given; Live, and enjoy the providence of Heaven.
With gentle blandifhments our men they mect, And wag their tails, and fawning lick their feet.
As from fome feast a mau returning late,
His faithful dogs all meet him at the gate,
Rejoicing round, fome morfel to receive
(Such as the good man ever us'd to give).
Domestic thus the grisly beafts drew near;
They gaze with wonder, not unmix'd with fear.
Now on the threshold of the dome they stood,
And heard a voice refounding through the wood:
Plac'd at her loom within the Goddess fung;
The vaulted roofs and folid pavement rung.
O'er the fair web the rifing figures fhine,
Immortal labour! worthy hands divine.
Polites to the reft the queftion mov'd
(A gallant leader, and a man I lov'd):
What voice celeftial, chanting to the loom (Or Nymph, or Goddef-) echoes from the room? Say, fhall we feek accefs? With that they call; And wide unfold the portals of the hall.
The Goddefs, rifing, afks her guests to stay, Who blindly follow where the leads the way. Eurylochus alone of all the band, Sufpecting fraud, more prudently remain❜d. On thrones around with downy coverings grae'd, With femblance fair, th' unhappy men fhe placid,
Milk newly prefs'd, the facred four of wheat, 270|
And honey freth, and Pramnian wines the treat:
But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl,
With drugs of force to darken all the foul:
Soon in the luscious feaft themselves they loft,
And drank oblivion of their native coast.
Inftant her circling wand the Goddess waves,
To hogs transforms them, and the sty receives.
No more was feen the human form divine;
Head, face, and members, bristle into swine:
Still curs'd with fenfe, their minds remain alone, 280
And their own voice affrights them when they
groan.
Mean while the Goddess in difdain bestows
The mast and acorn, brutal food! and ftrows
The fruits of cornel, as their feaft, around;
Oh blind to fate! what led thy fteps to rove
The horrid mazes of this magic grove!
Each friend you feek in yon enclosure lies,
All loft their form, and habitants of stics.
Think'st thou by wit to model their escape?
Sooner halt thou, a stranger to thy fhape,
Fall prone their equal: first thy danger know,
Then take the antidote the Gods bestow.
The plant I give, through all the direful bower
Shall guard thee, and avert the evil hour.
Before thy eyes
Now hear her wicked arts.
The bowl fhall sparkle, and the banquet rife;
Take this, nor from the faithlefs feast abstain,
For temper'd drugs and poifous fhall be vain.
Soon as the ftrikes her wand, and gives the word,
Draw forth and brandish thy refulgent fword, 350
Now prone and groveling on unfavoury ground. 285 And menace death: thofe menaces fhall move
Eurylochus, with penfive steps and flow,
Aghaft returns; the meffenger of woe,
And bitter fate. To speak he made effay,
In vain effay'd, nor would his tongue obey,
His fwelling heart deny'd the words their way:
But fpeaking tears the want of words supply,
And the full foul burfts copious from his eye;
Affrighted, anxious for our fellows' fates,
We press to hear what fadly he relates:
We went, Ulyffes! (fuch was thy command) 295
Through the lone thicket and the defart land.
A palace in a woody vale we found,
Brown with dark forefts, and with shades around.
A voice celeftial echoed from the dome,
Or Nymph, or Goddess, chanting to the loom. 300
Accels we fought, nor was accefs denied :
Radiant the came: the portal's open'd wide :
The Goddess mild invites the guests to stay :
They blindly follow where she leads the way.
I only wait behind, of all the train;
I waited long, and ey'd the doors in vain :
The reft are vanish'd, none repafs'd the gate;
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
I heard, and inftant o'er my shoulders flung
The belt in which my weighty faulchion hung 310
(A beamy blade); then feiz'd the bended bow,
And bade him guide the way, refolv'd to go.
He, proftrate falling, with both hands embrac'd
My knees, and, weeping, thus his fuit addrefs'd:
O king, belov'd of Jove! thy fervant fpare,
And ah, thyfelf the rash attempt forbear!
Never, alas! thou never fhalt return,
Or fee the wretched for whofe lofs we mourn.
With what remains from certain ruin fly,
And fave the few not fated yet to die.
I answer'd ftern: Inglorious then remain,
Here feaft and loiter, and defert thy train.
Alone, unfriended, will I tempt my way;
The laws of Fate compel, and I obey.
This faid, and fcornful turning from the fhore 325
My haughty step, I ftalk'd the valley o'er.
Till now approaching nigh the magic bower;
Her alter'd mind to blandifhment and love.
Nor fhun the bleffing proffer'd to thy arms,
Afcend her bed, and tafte celeftial charms :
So fhall thy tedious toils a refpite find,
And thy loft friends return to human kind.
But fwear her firft by those dread oaths that tie
The Powers below, the Bleffed in the sky;
Left to thee naked fecret fraud be meant,
Or magic bind thee cold and impotent. [drew 360
Thus while he spoke, the fovereign plant he
Where on th' all-bearing earth unmark'd it grew,
And show'd its nature and its wonderous power:
Black was the root, but milky-white the flower;
Moly the name, to mortals hard to find,
But all is eafy to th' ætherial kind.
This Hermes gave; then, gliding off the glade,
Shot to Olympus from the woodland fhade.
While, full of thought, revolving fates to come,
I fpeed my paffage to th' enchanted dome :
Arriv'd, before the lofty gates I stay'd;
The lofty gates the Goddefs wide display'd;
She leads before, and to the feaft invites:
I follow fadly to the magic rites.
Radiant with ftarry ftuds, a filver feat
Receiv'd my limbs; a footstool eas'd my feet.
She mix'd the potion, fraudulent of foul;
The poifon mantled in the golden bowl.
I took and quaff'd it, confident in Heaven:
Then wav'd the wand, and then the word was gi
Hence to thy fellows! (dreadful she began) [ven.
Go, be a beast!I heard, and yet was man.
Then fudden whirling, like a waving flame,
My beamy faulchion, I affault the dame.
Struck with unusual fear, she trembling cries, 385
She faints, fhe falls; fhe lifts her weeping eyes.
What art thou? fay! from whence, from whom
you came?
Oh more than human! tell thy race, thy name.
Amazing ftrength, these poisons to sustain !
Nor mortal thon, nor mortal is thy brain.
Or art thou he? the man to come (foretold
By Hermes powerful with the wand of gold)
Where dwelt th' enchantrefs fkill'd in herbs of the man from Troy, who wander'd ocean round;
The man for wifdom's various arts renown'd,
Ulyffes? oh! thy threatening fary cease, [peace;
336 Sheathe thy bright fword, and join our hands in
Let mutual joys our mutual trust combine,
And love, and love-born co:.fidence, be thine.
And how, dread Circe! (furious I rejoin)
Can love, and love-bern confidence, be mine! 400
A form divine forth iffued from the wood
Immortal Hermes with the golden rod)
In human femblance. On his bloomy face
Youth fmil'd celeftial, with each opening grace.
He feiz'd my hand, and gracious thus began:
Ah! whither roam'll thou, much enduring man?
Beneath thy charms when my companions groan,
Transform'd to beafts, with accents not their own.
O thou of fraudful heart! fhall I be led
To fhare thy feaft-rites, or afcend thy bed:
That, all unarm'd, thy vengeance may have vent,
And magic bind me, cold and impotent!
Celestial as thou art, yet stand denied;
Or fwear that oath by which the Gods are tied,
Swear, in thy foul no latent frauds remain,
Swear by the vow which never can be vain.
The Goddefs fwore then feiz'd my hand, and
To the sweet tranfports of the genial bed.
Miniftrant to their queen, with bufy care
Four faithful handmaids the foft rites prej are;
Nymphs fprung from fountains, or from fhady
woods,
Or the fair offspring of the facred floeds.
One o'er the couches painted carpets threw,
Whofe purple luftre glow'd against the view:
White linen lay beneath. Another plac'd
The filver ftands with golden flaskets grac'd
With dulcet beverage this the beaker crown'd,
Fair in the midft, with gilded cups around:
That in the tripod o'er the kindled pile
The water pours; the bubbling waters boil:
An ample vafe receives the fmoking wave;
And, in the bath prepar'd, my limbs I lave:
Reviving sweets repair the mind's decay,
And take the painful fenfe of toil away.
A veft and tunic o'er me next fhe threw,
Fresh from the bath, and dropping balmy dew; 430
Then led and plac'd me on the fovereign feat,
With carpets fpread; a footftool at my feet.
The golden ewer a nymph obfequious brings,
Replenish'd from the cool translucent fprings:
With copious water the bright vafe fupplies
A filver laver of capacious fize.
I wash'd. The table in fair order spread,
They heap the glittering canisters with bread!
Viands of various kinds allure the tafte,
Of choiceft fort and favour, rich repaft!
Circe in vain invites, the feaft to fhare:
Abfent I ponder, and absorb in care:
While fcenes of woe rofe anxious in my breaft, The queen beheld me, and those words addreft: Why fits Ulyffes filent and apart,
Some hoard of grief clofe-harbour'd at his heart?
Untouch'd before thee ftand the cates divine,
And unregarded laughs the rofy wine.
Can yet a doubt or any dread remain,
When fworn that oath which never can be vain? 450
I anfwer'd: Goddefs human is thy breaft,
By juftice fway'd, by tender pity preft:
Ill fits it me, whofe friends are funk to beafts,
To quaff thy bowls, or riot in thy feafts.
Me would'ft thou pleafe? For them thy cares em-
And them to me reftore, and me to joy.
With that he parted; in her potent hand She bore the virtue of the magic wand. Then haftening to the ftis, fet wide the door, Urg'd forth, and drove the briftly herd before; 460 Unwieldy, out they rufh'd with general cry, Enormous beafts difhoneft to the eye. Now touch'd by counter charms, they change And ftand majestic, and recall'd to men. Thofer, cate that briftled every part, Fall off; miraculous effect of art!
I quit the place, and haften to the ftrand.
My fad companiont on the beach I found,
Their wiftful eyes in floods of forrow drown'd.
As from fresh paftures and the dewy field
(When loaded cribs their evening banquet yield)
The lowing herds return; around them throng
With leaps and bounds their late-imprifon'd young,
Rufh to their mothers with unruly joy,
And echoing hills return the tender cry:
Se round me prefs'd, exulting at my fight,
With cries and agonies of wild delight,
The weeping failors; nor lefs fierce their joy
Than if return'd to Ithaca from Troy.
Ah, mafter ever honour'd, ever dear!
(Thefe tender words on every fide I hear)
What other joy can equal thy return?
Not that lov'd country for whofe fight we mourn ?
The foil that nurs'd us, and that gave us breath:
But, ah! relate our loft companions death.
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Then rife, and follow where I lead the way.
Your fellows live: believe your eyes, and come 505 To tafte the joys of Circe's facred dome.
With ready fpced the joyful crew obey:
Alone Eurylochus perfuades their stay.
Whither (he cry'd) ah! whither will ye run?
Seck ye to meet thefe evils ye thould fhun?
Will you the terrors of the dome explore,
In fwine to grovel, or in lions roar,
Or wolf-like howl, away the midnight hour
In dreadful watch around the magic bower?
Remember Cyciop, and his bloody dead;
The leader's rafhnefs made the foldiers bleed.
I heard incens'd, and first revolv'd to speed
My flying faulchion at the rebels head.
Dear as he was, by ties of kindred bound,
This hand had ftretch'd him breathlefs on the ground.
But all at once my interpofing train
For mercy pleaded nor could plead in vain
Leave here the man who dares his prince defert,
Leave to repentance and his own fad heart,
To guard the ship. Seek we the facred fhades 525
Of Circe's palace, where Ulyffes leads.
This with one voice declar'd, the rifing train
Left the black veffel by the murmuring main.
Shame touch'd Eurylochus's alter'd breast,
He fear'd my threats, and follow'd with the reft. 530
Mean while the Geddefs, with indulgent cares
And focial joys, the late transform'd repairs;
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