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Rise then, ye peers! with virtuous anger rise ! Yet, thus by Heaven adorn'd, by Heaven's Your fame revere, but most th' avenging skies.

decree, By all the deathless powers that reign above,

She shines with fatal excellence to thee: By righteous Themis and by thundering Jove, With thee, the bowl we drain, indulge the feast, (Themis, who gives to councils, or denjes,

Till righteous Heaven reclaim ber stubborn breast. Success; and humbles, or confirms the wise) What though from pole to pole resounds her Rise in my aid ! suffice the tears that flow

name, For my lost sire, nor add new woe to woe.

The son's destruction waits the mother's fame:, If e'er he bore the sword to strengthen ill,

For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed, Or, having power to wrong, betray'd the will, Thy bowl to enspty, and thy flock to bleed.” On me, on me your kindled wrath asswage,

While yet he speaks, Telemachus replies: And bid the voice of lawless riot rage.

“Ev'n nature starts, and what ye ask denies. If ruin to our royal race ye doom,

Thus, shall I thus repay a mother's cares,
Be you the spoilers, and our wealth consume. Who gave me life, and purs'd my infant years ?
Then might we hope redress from juster laws, While sad on foreign shores Ulysses treads,
And raise all Ithaca to ajd our cause :

Or glides, a ghost with unapparent shades;
But while your sons commit th' unpunish'd wrong, How to Icarius in the bridal hour
You make the arm of violence too strong."

Shall I, by waste undone, refund the dower ? While thus he spoke, with rage and grief he How from my father should I vengeance dread? frown'd,

How would my mother curse my bated head ? And dash'd th' imperial sceptre to the ground. And while in wrath to vengeful fiends she cries, The big round tear hung trembling in his eye: How from their Hell would vengeful fiends arise ? The synod griev'd, and gave a pitying-sigh, Abborr'd by all, accurs'd my name would grow, Then silent sate-at length Antinoüs burns : The Earth's disgrace, and human-kind my foe. With hanghty rage, and sternly thus returns : If this displease, why arge ye here your stay?

“O insolence of youth ! whose tongue affords Haste from the court, ye spoilers, haste away: Such railing eloquence, and war of words.

Waste in wild riot what your land allows, Studious thy country's worthies to defame,

There ply the early feast, and late carouse. Thy erring voice displays thy mother's shame. But if, to honour lost, 'tis still decreed Elusive of the bridal day, she gives

For you my bowls shall flow, my flocks shall Fond hope to all, and all with hopes deceives. Did not the Sun, through Heaven's wide azure rollid, Judge and assert my right, impartial Jove ! For three long years the royal fraud behold ? By him, and all th' immortal host above, While she, laborious in delusion, spread,

(A sacred oath) if Heaven the power supply, The spacious loom, and mix'd the various thread : Vengeance I vow, and for your wrongs ye die." Where as to life the wondrous figures rise,

With that, two eagles from a mountain's height Thus spoke th' inventive queen, with artful sighs : By Jove's command direct their rapid fight;

'Though cold in death Ulysses breathes no more, Swift they descend with wing to wing conjoin'd, Cease yet a while to urge the bridal hour;

Stretch their broad plumes, and float upon the Cease, till to great Laërtes I bequeath

wind, A task of grief, bis ornaments of death ;

Above th' assembled peers they wheel on high, Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim,

And clang their wings, and hovering beat the sky; The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame; With ardent eyes the rival train they threat, When he, whom living mighty realms obey'd, And, shrieking loud, denounce approaching fate, Shall want in death a shroud to grace his They cuff, they tear ; their cheeks and necks shade.

they rend, " Thus ehe : at once the generous train complies, And from their plumes huge drops of blood descend: Nor fraud mistrust in virtue's fair disguise.

Then, sailing o'er the domes and towers, they ffy The work she ply'd ; bat, studious of delay, Full tow'rd the east, and mount into the sky. By night revers'd the labours of the day.

The wondering rivals gaze with cares opprest, While thrice the Sun his annual journey made, And chilling horrours freeze in every breast. The conscious lamp the midnight fraud survey'd ; Till, big with knowledge of approaching woes, Linheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail ; The prince of augurs, Halitherses, rose: The fourth, her maid unfolds th' amazing tale. Prescient he view'd th' aërial tracks, and drew We saw, as unperceiv'd we took our stand, A sure presage from every wing that flew. The backward labours of her faithless hand.

“ Ye sons” (he cry'd)." of Ithaca, give ear, Then urg'd, she perfects her illustrious toils; Hear all ! but chiefly you, oh rivals! hear. A wondrous monument of female wiles !

Destruction sure o'er all your heads impends; But you, oh peers! and thou, oh prince, give ear Ulysses comes, and death bis steps attends. (I speak alóud, that every Greek may hear :) Nor to the great alone is death decreed ; Dismiss the queen : and if her sire approves, We and our guilty Ithaca must bleed. Let him espouse her to the peer she loves : Why cease we then the wrath nf Heaven to stay? Bid instant to prepare the bridal train,

Be humbled all, and lead, ye great! the way. Nor let a race of princes wait in vain.

For, lo! my words no fancy'd woes relate; Though with a grace divine her soul is blest, I speak from science, and the voice is fate. And all Minerva breathes within her breast,

“When great Ulysses sought the Phrygian shores In wondrous arts than woman more renown'd, To shake with war proud Ilion's lofty towers, And more than woman with deep wisdom crown'd; Deeds then undone my faithful tongue foretold: Though Tyro nor Mycene match her name, Heaven seal'd my words, and you those deeds Nor great Alcmena (the proud boasts of fame)


I see (I cry'd) his woes, a countless train, But against you, ye Greeks! ye coward train, I see his friends o'erwhelm'd beneath the main; Gods ! how my soul is mov'd with just disdain! How twice ten years from shore to shore he roams : Dumb ye all stand, and not one tongue affords Now twice ten years are past, and now he comes !” His injur'd prince the little aid of words."

To whom Eurymachus -“ Fly, dotard, fly! While yet he spoke, Leocritus rejoin'd : With thy wise dreams, and fables of the sky. "O pride of words, and arrogance of mind ! fie prophesy at home; thy sons advise :

Would'st thou to rise in arms the Greeks advise? Here thou art sage in vain—I better read the skies. Join all your powers ! in arms, the Greeks, Unnumber'd birds glide through th' aërial way,

arise! Vagrants of air, and unforeboding stray.

Yet would your powers in vain our strength oppose: Cold in the tomb, or in the deeps below,

The valiant few o'ermatch an host of foes. Ulysses lies : oh, wert thou laid as low!

Should great Ulysses stern appear in arms, Then would that busy head no broils suggest, While the bowl circles, and the banquet warms; Nor fire to rage Telemachus's breast.

Though to his breast his spouse with transport From him some bribe thy venal tongue requires, Torn from her breast, that hour, Ulysses dies. (Aies, And interest, not the god, thy voice inspires. But hence retreating to your domes repair ; His guideless youth, if thy experienc'd age To arm the vessel, Mentor! be thy care, Mislead fallacious into idle rage,

And Halitherşes ! thine : be each his friend; Vengeance reservd thy malice shall repress, Ye lov'd the father: go, the son attend. And but angment the wrongs thon would'st redress. But yet, I trust, the boaster means to stay Telemachus may bid the queen repair

Safe in the court, nor tempt the watery way." To great Icarius, whose paternal care

Then, with a rushing sound, th' assembly bend, Will guide her passion, and reward her choice, Diverse their steps: the rival rout ascend With wealthy dower, and bridal gifts of price. The royal dome; while sad the prince exploresTill she retires, determin'd we remain,

The neighbouring main, and sorrowing treads And both the prince and augur threat in vain :

the shores.
His pride of words, and thy wild dream of fate, There, as the waters o'er his hands he shed,
More got the brave, or only move their hate. The royal suppliant to Minerva pray'd :
Threat on, O prince, elude the bridal day,

“O goddess ! who descending from the skies
Threat on, till all thy stores in waste decay. Vouchsaf'd thy presence to my wondering eyes,
True, Greece affords a train of lovely dames, By whose commands the raging deeps I trace,
In sealth and beauty worthy of our fames : And seek my sire through storms and rolling seas !
But never from this nobler suit we cease ;

Hear from thy Heavens above, oh, warrior-maid ! Por wealth and beauty less than virtue please.Descend once more propitious to my aid.

To whom the youth: “ Since then in vain I tell Without thy presence, vain is thy command : My numerous woes, in silence let them dwell. Greece and the rival train, thy voice withstand.” But Heaven, and all the Greeks, have heard my Indulgent to his prayer the goddess took wrongs:

Sage Mentor's form, and thus like Mentor spoke: To Heaven, and all the Greeks, redress belongs. « O prince, in early youth divinely wise, Yet this I ask, (nor be it ask'd in vain)

Born, the Ulysses of thy age to rise ! A bark to waft me o'er the rolling main ;

If to the son the father's worth descends, The realms of Pyle and Sparta to explore, Oer the wide waves success thy ways attends : And seek my royal sire from shore to shore : To tread the walks of death he stood prepar'd; lf, or to fame bis doubtful fate be known,

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd. De to be learo'd from oracles alone?

Were not wise sons descendents of the wise, If yet he lives ; with patience I forbear,

And did not heroes from brave heroes rise : Till the fleet hours restore the circling year : Vain were my hopes : few sons attain the praise But if already wandering in the train

Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. Of empty shades, I measure back the main, But since thy veins paternal virtue fires, Plant the fair column o'er the mighty dead, And all Penelope thy soul inspires : An field bis consort to the nuptial bed.”

Go, and succeed ! the rivals' aims despise ; He ceas'd ; and while the peers abash'd attend, Por never, never, wicked map was wise. Mentor arose, llysses' faithful friend :

Blind they rejoice, though now,ev'n now they fall ; (When fierce in arms he sought the scenes of war, Death hastes amain: one hour o'erwhelms them allí “ My friend," (he cry'd) “ my palace be thy And lo, with speed we plough the watery way, Years rolld on years my godlike sire decay,[care ; My power shall guard thee, and my hand convey :Guard thou his age, and his behests obey."'] The winged vessel studious I prepare, Storn as he rose, he cast his eyes around,

Through seas and realms companions of thy care, That flash'd with rage ; and as he spoke, he Thou to the court ascend : and to the shores frown'd:

(When night advances) bear the naval stores ; " peces, never more ! let king be just,

Bread, that decaying man with strength supplies, Be mild in power, or faithful to his trust!

And generous wine, which thoughtful sorrow fies. Lt tyrants govern with an iron rod,

Mean while the mariners, by my command, Oppress, destroy, and be the scourge of God; Shall speed aboard, a valiant chosen band. Since he who like a father held his reign,

Wide o'er the bay, by vessel vessel rides ; So en forgot, was just and inild in vain !

The best I choose to waft thee o'er the tides.' Tree, while my friend is griev'd, his griefs 1 She spoke : to his high dome the prince returns, Yet now the rivals are my smallest care: [share; And as he moves with royal anguish mourns. They for the mighty mischiefs they devise, 'Twas riot all, among the lawless train; Ere lvog shall pay-theis forfeit lives the price, Boar bled by boar, and goat by goat lay. slain.

Arriv'd, his hand the gay Antinous prest,

While yet be spoke, she filled the walls with cries, And, thus deriding, with a smile addrest :

Aud tears ran trickling from her aged eyes. “ Grieve not, oh, daring prince! that noble “ () whither, whither flies my son ?" she cry'd, III suits gay youth the stern heroic part ; [hcart :

“To realms, that rocks and roaring seas divide ? Indulge the genial hour, unbend thy soul,

In foreign lands thy father's daysdecay'd, Leave thought to age, and drain the flowing bowl. And foreign lands contain the mighty dead. Studious to ease thy grief, our care provides The watery way ill-fated if thou try, The bark, to waft toee o'er the swelling tides.". All, all must perish, and by frand you die' (main;

" Is this,"returns the prince,"for mirth a time? Then stay, my child! storms beat and rolis the When lawless gluttons riot, mirth's a crime; Oh, beat those storms, and roll the seas in vain !" The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste ; “Far hence” (reply'd the prince) “ thy fears be The song is noise, and impious is the feast.


[Heaven. Suffice it to have spent with swift decay

IIcaven calls ine forth? these counsels are of The wealth of kings, and made my youth a prey. But, by the powers that bate the perjur'd, swear, But now the wise instructions of the sage,

To keep my voyage from the royal ear,
And manly thoughts inspir’d by manly age, Nor uncompellid the dangerous truth betray,
Teach me to seek redress for all my woe,

Hill twice six times descends the lamp of day :
Here, or in Pyle-in Pyle, or here, your foe. Lest the sad tale a mother's life impair,
Deny your vessels, ye deny in vain ;

And grief destroy what time a while would spare.» A private voyager I pass the main.

Thus he. The matron with uplifted eyes Free breathe the winds, and free the billows flow; Attests th' All-sceing Sovereign of the skies.. And where on Earth I live, I live your foe.”

Then studious she prepares the choicest flour, He spoke and frown'd, nor longer deign'd to Tho strength of wheat, and wines an ample store Sternly his hand withdrew, and strode away. [stay, While to the rival train the prince returns, Meantime, o'er all the dome, they quaff, they

The martial goddess with impatience burns ; feast,

Like thee, Telemacbus, in voice and size, Derisive taunts were spread from guest to guest, With speed divine froni street to street she flics, And each in jovial mood his mate addrest :

She bids the mariners prepar'd to stand, " Tremble ye not, oh friends! and coward fly, When night descends, einbody'd on the strand. Dovin’d by the stern Telemachus to die?

Then to Noëmon swift she runs, she flies, To Pyle or Sparta' to demand supplies,

And asks a bark: the chief a bark supplies. Big with revenge, the inighty warrior flies :

And now, declining with his sloping wheel, Or comes from Ephyrè with poisons fraught,

Down sunk the Sun bebind the western hills. And kills us all in one tremendous draught ?”

The goddess shov'd the vessel from the shores, “Or, who can say" (his gamesome mate replies) And stow'd within its womb the naval stores. " But, while the dangers of the deeps he tries, Full in the openings of the spacious main, He, like his sire, may sink depriv'd of breath, It rides; and now descends the sailor-train. And punish us unkindly by his death?

Next, to the court, impatient of delay, What mighty labours would he then create, With rapid step the goddess urg'd her way : To seize his treasures, and divide his state, There every eye with slumberous chains she The royal palace to the queen convey,

bound, Or him she blesses in the bridal day !"

And dash'd the flowing goblet to the ground, Meantime the lofty rooms the prince surveys,

Drowsy they rose with heavy fumes opprest, Where lay the treasures of th’ Ithacian race: Reeld from the palace, and retir'd to rest. Here ruddy brass and gold refulgent blaz'd ; Then thus, in Mentor's reverend form array'd; There polish'd chests embroiderd vestures grac'd; Spoke to Telemachus the martial maid. Here jars of oil breath'd forth a rich perfume ; “Lo! on the seas, prepar'd the vessel stands, There casks of wine in rows adorn'd the dome Th' impatient mariner thy speed demands.” (Pure flavourous wine, by gods in bounty given, Swift as she spoke, with rapid pace she leads; And worthy to exalt the feasts of Heaven.)

The footsteps of the deity he treads. Untouch'd they stood, till, his long labours o'er, Swift to the shore they move : along the strand The great Ulysses reach bis native shore.

The ready vessel rides, the sailors ready stand, A double strength of bars secur'd the gates :

He bids them bring their stores ; th' attending Fast by the door the wise Euryclea waits;

Euryclea, who, great Ops! thy lineage shar'd, Load the tall bark, and lanch into the main.
And watch'd all night, all day; a faithful guard. The prince and goddess to the stern ascend;
To whom the prince : “O thou, whose guar-

To the strong stroke at once the rowers bend.
dian care

Full from the West she bids fresh breezes blow ; Nurs'd the most wretched king'that breathes the air: The sable billows foain and roar below. Untouch'd and sacred may these vessels stand, The chief his orders gives; th' obedient band Till great Ulysses views his native land.

With due observance wait the chief's command ! But by thy care twelve urns of wine be fill’d; With speed the mast they rear, with speed Next these in worth, and firm those urns be

unbind seal'd ;

The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind. And twice ten measures of the choicest flour High o'er the roaring waves the spreading sails Prepar'd, ere yet descends the evening hour. Bow the tall mast, and swell before the gales; For when the favouring shades of night arise,

The crooked keel the parting surge divides, And peaceful slumbers close my mother's eyes, And to the stern retreating roll the tides. Me from our coast shall spreading sails convey, And now they ship their oars, and crown with wine To seek Ulysses throagh the watery way.” The holy goblet to the powers divine :



Imploring all the gods that reign above,

To whom the martial goddess thus rejoin'd: But chlef the blue-ey'd progeny of Jove.

“ Search, for some thoughts, thy own suggesting Thus all the night they stem the liquid way,

And others, dictated by heavenly power, (mind;
And end their royage with the morning ray. Shall rise spontaneous in the needful hour.

For nought unprosperous shall thy ways attend,
Born with good omens, and with Heaven thy


She spoke, and led the way with swiftest speed ,
As swift, the youth pursued the way she led ;
And join'd the band before the sacred fire,
Where sate, encompast with his sons, the sire.
The youth of Pylos, some on pointed wood

Transfix'd the fragments, some prepar'd the foode

In friendly throngs they gather to embrace
Their unknown guests, and at the banquet place.

Pisistratus was first, to grasp their hands,
TELEMACaus, guided by Pallas in the shape of Men Along the shore th' illustrious pair be led,

And spread soft hides upon the yellow sands; tor, arrives in the morning at Pylos, where Where Nestor sate with youthful Thrasymed Nestor and his sons are sacrificing on the sea

To each a portion of the feast he bore, shore to Neptune. Telemachus declares the And held the golden goblet foaming o'er ; occasion of his coming ; and Nestor relates what Then first approaching to the elder guest, past in their return from Troy, how their fieets The latent goddess in these words addrest: were separated, and he never since heard of

“ Wboe'er thou art, whom fortune brings to keep Ulysses. They discourse concerning the death The rites of Neptune, monarch of the deep, of Agamemnon, the revenge of Orestes, and the The first it fits, oh stranger ! to prepare injuries of the suitors. Nestor advises him to go The due libation and the solemn prayer : Sparta, and inquire further of Menelaus.. The Then give thy friend to shed the sacred wine: saetifice ended with the night, Minerva Though much thy younger, and his years like mine, vanishes from them in the form of an eagle : He too, I deem, implores the powers divine : Telemachus is lodged in the palace. The next for all mankind alike require their grace, moting they sacrifice a bullock to Minerva; and All born to want; a miserable race !" Telemachus proceeds on his journey to Sparta,

He spake, and to her hand preferr'd the bowl a attended by Pisistratus.

A secret pleasure touch'd Athena's soul,
The scene lies on the sea shore of Pylos.

To see the preference due to sacred age
Regarded ever by the just and sage.
of ocean's king she then implores the grace:

“Oh, thou ! whose arms this ample globe embrace,
Tue sacred Sun, above the waters rais'd, Fulfil our wish, and let thy glory shine
Through Heaven's eternal, brazen portals blaz'd; On Nestor first, and Nestor's royal live;
And wide o'er Earth diffus'd bis cheering ray, Next grant the Pylian states their just desires,
To gods and men to give the golden day.

Pleas'd with their hecatomb's ascending tires ;
Now on the coast of Pyle the vessel falls,

Last deign Telemachus and me to bless, Before old Neleus' venerable walls.

And crown our voyage with desir'd success." There, suppliant to the monarch of the food, Thus she; and, having paid the rite divine, At nine green theatres the Pylians stood,

Gave to Ulysses' son the rosy wine. Each held five hundred (a deputed train),

Suppliant he pray'd. And, now the victims drest, At each nine oxen on the sand lay slain,

They draw, divide, and celebrate the feast. They take the entrails, and the altars load The banquet done, the narrative old man, With smoking thighs, an offering to the god. Thus mild, the pleasing conference began: Full for the port the Ithacensians stand,

Now, gentle guests! the genial banquet o'er, And furl their sails, and issue on the land.

It fits to ask you, what your native shore,
Telemachus already prest the shore ;

And whence your race? on what adventure, say,
Not first, the power of wisdom march'd before, Thus far ye wander through the watery way?
And, ere the sacrificing throng he join'd,

Relates if business, or the thirst of gain,
Admonish'd thus bis well-attending mind : Engage your journey o'er the pathless main :

" Proceed, my son ! this youthful shame expel; Where savage pirates seek through seas unknown An honest business never blush to tell.

The lives of others, venturous of their own."
To learn what fates thy wretched sire detain, Urg'd by the precepts by the goddess given,
We pass'd the wide, immeasurable main.

And fill'd with confidence infus'd from Ileaven,
Meet then the senjor far renown'd for sense, The youth, whom Pallas destin'd to be wise
With reverend awe, but decent confidence : And fam'd among the sons of men, replies :
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies ; “ Inquir’st thou, father ! from what coast we came
And sure he will: for wisdom never lies.”

(Oh, grace and glory of the Grecian name!)
"O tell me, Mentor ! tell me, faithful guide,” From where high Ithaca o'erlooks the foods,
(The youth with prudent modesty reply'd) Brown with o'er-arching shades and pendent wooda,
"Ho shall I meet, or how accost the sage,

Us to these shores our filial duty draws,
Taskill'd in speech, nor yet mature of age ? A private sorrow, not a public cause.
Asful th' approach, and hard the task appears, My sire I seek, where-e'er the voice of Fame
Te question wisely men of riper years."

Has told the glories of his noble name,

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The great Ulysses; fam'd from shore to shore Nor herald sworn the session to proclaim)
For valour much, for hardy suffering more. Sour with debauch a reeling tribe they caine.
Long time with thee before proud lion's wall To these the cause of meeting they explain,
In arms he fought ; with thee beheld her fall. And Menelaus moves to cross the main ;
Of all the chiefs, this hero's fate alone

Not so the king of men : he will'd to stay :
Has Jove reserv'd, unheard of, and unknown; These sacred rites and hecatombs to pay,
Whether in fields by hostile fury slain,

and calm Minerva's wrath. Oh, blind to fatc ! Or sunk by tempests in the gulphy main ?

The gods not lightly change their love, or hate. Of this to learn, opprest with tender fears,

With ireful taunts each other they oppose, Lo! at thy knee his suppliant son appears.

Till in loud tumult all the Greeks arose. Ifor thy certain eye, or curious ear,

Now different counsels every breast divide, Have learột his fate, the whole dark story clear : Each burns with rancour to the adverse side : And, oh! whate'er Heaven destin'd to betide, Th’unquiet night strange projects entertain'd Let neither fattery smooth, nor pity hide.

(So Jove, that urg'd us to our fate, ordain'd). Prepar'd I stand : he was but born to try

We with the rising morn our ships unmoord, The lot of man ; to suffer and to die.

And brougiit our captives and our stores aboard; Oh then, if ever through the ten years' war But half the people with respect obey'd The wise, the good Ulysses claim'd thy care ; The king of men, and at his bidding stay'd. If e'er he join'd thy council, or thy sword, Now on the wings of winds our course we keep True in his deed, and constant to his word: (For God had smooth'd the waters of the deep); Far as thy mind through backward time can see, For Tenedos we spread our eager oars, Search all thy storts of faithful memory :

There land, and pay due victims to the powers : "Tis sacred truth I ask, and ask of thee ”

To bless our safe return we join in prayer ; . To him experienc'd Nestor thus rejoin'd : But angry Jove dispers'd our vows in air, "O friend! what sorrows dost thou bring to Avd rais'd new discord. Then (so Heaven decreed) mind?

Ulysses first and Nestor disagreed: Shall I the long laborious scene review,

Wise as he was, by various counsels sway'd, And open all the wounds of Greece anew ?

He there, though late, to please the monarch, What tojis by sea ! where dark in quest of prey

stay'd. Dauntless we rov'd, Achilles led the way :

But I, determin'd, stem the foamy floods,
What toils by land! where mix'd in fatal fight Warn'd of the coming fury of the gods.
Such numbers fell, such heroes sunk to night : With us, Tydides fear'd, and urg'd his haste :
There Ajax great, Achilles there the brave, And Menelaus came, but came the last.
There wise Patroclus, fill an early grave :

He join'd our vessels in the Lesbian bay,
There too my son—ah, once my best delight, While yet we doubted of our watery way ;
Once swift of foot, and terrible in fight;

If to the right to urge the pilot's toil,
In whom stern courage with soft virtue join'd, (The safer road) beside the Psyrian isle;
A faultless body, and a blameless mind :

Or the straight course to rocky Chios plough,
Antilochus-what more can I relate ?

And anchor under Mima's shaggy brow? How trace the tedious series of our fate?

We sought direction of the power divine :
Not added years on years my task could close, The god propitious gave the guiding sign ;
The long historian of my country's wocs :

Through the mild seas he bid our navy steer,
Back to thy native islands might'st thou sail, And in Eubea shun the woes we fear.
And leave half-heard the melancholy tale.

The whistling winds already wak'd the sky;
Nine painful years on that detested shore;

Before the whistling winds the vessels fly,
What stratagems we form’d, what toils we bore ! With rapid swiftness cut the liquid way,
Still labouring on, till scarce at last we found And reach Gerestus at the point of day.
Great Jove propitious, and our conquest crown'd. There hecatombs of bulls, to Neptune slain,
Far o'er the rest thy mighty father shin'd, High-flaming please the monarch of the main.
In wit, in prudence, and in force of mind.

The fourth day shone, when all their labours o'er Art thou the son of that illustrious sire ?

Tydides' vessels touch'd the wish'd-for shore.
With joy I grasp thee, and with love admire. But I to Pylos scud before the gales,
So like your voices, and your words so wise, The gods still breathing on my swelling sails ;
Who finds the younger must consult his eyes. Separate from all, I safely landed here;
Thy sire and I were one ; nor vary'd ought Their fates or fortunes never reach'd my ear.
In public sentence, or in private thought;

Yet what I learn'd, attend; as here I sate,
Alike to council or th' assembly came,

And ask'd each voyager each hero's fate ;
With equal souls, and sentiments the same. Curious to know, and willing to relate.
But when (by wisdom won) proud Ilion burn'd, “Safe reach'd the Myrmidons their native land,
And in their ships the conquering Greeks return'd; Beneath Achilles' warlike son's command.
'Twas God's high will the victors to divide,

Those, whoin the heir of great Apollo's art,
And turn the event, confounding human pride : Brave Philoctetes, taught to wing the dart ;
Some be destroy'd, some scatter'd as the dust, And those whom Idomen from Ilion's plain
(Not all were prudent, and not all were just.) Had led, securely crost the dreadful main.
Then Discord, sent by Pallas from above,

How Agamemnon touch'd his Argive coast,
Stern daughter of the great avenger Jove,

And how his life by fraud and force he lost, The brother kings inspir’d with fell debate ; And how the murderer paid his forfeit breath ; Who call'd to council all th' Achaian state,

What lands so distant from that scene of death But callid untimely (not the sacred rite

Bilt trembling heard the fame? and, heard, admire Observ'd, nqs beedful of the setting light, How well the san appeas'd the slaughter'd sire !

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