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Gay blooming in full charms : her hand he prest Where to the power an hundred altars rise,
And breathing odours scent the baliny skies; “ Come, my belov'd, and taste the soft delights: Conceal'd she bathes in consecrated bowers, Come, to repose the genial bed invites :
The Graces unguents shed, ambrosial showers,
Then nothing loth, th' enamour'd fair he led, Thus sung the bard : Ulysses hears with joy,
Each blooming youth before the monarch stands, In vain they strive, th' entangling snares deny In dance unmatch'd! A wonderous ball is brought (Inextricably firm) the power to fly :
(The work of Polypus, divinely wrought;) Warn'd by the god who sheds the golden day, This youth with strength enormous bids it fly, Stern Vulcan homeward treads the starry way: And bending backward whirls it to the sky; Arriv'd, he sees, he grieves, with rage he burns : His brother, springing with an active bound, Full horrible he roars, his voice all Heaven At distance intercepts it from the ground : returns :
The ball dismiss'd, in dance they skim the strand,
Then thus Ulysses ! “ Happy king, whose
In subjects happy! with surprise 1 gaze !
praise.” O sight tormenting to an husband's eyes !
Pleas'd with his people's fame, the monarch hears,
O'er whom supreme, imperial power I bear :
Bring gold, a pledge of love; a talent bring, Meanwhile the gods the dome of Vulcan A vest, a robe, and imitate your king: throng,
Be swift to give ; that he this night may share Apollo comes, and Neptune comes along ;
The social feast of joy, with joy sincere. With these gay Hermes trod the starry plain; And thou, Euryalus, redeem thy wrong; But modesty withheld the goddess-train.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue." All Heaven beholds imprison'd as they lie,
Th' assenting peers, obedient to the king,
Rules this best realm, repentant I obey !
He said; and to his hand the sword consign'd;
Far from thy mind those words, ye whirlwinds, bear, “Would'st thou enchain'd like Mars, Hermes, lie, And scatter them, ye storms, in empty air : And hear the shame, like Mars, to share the joy ?” Crown, Oye Heavens ! with joy his peaceful
“O envy'd shame!" (the smiling youth rejoin'd,) hours,
Loud laugh the rest, even Neptune laugh'd To thy calm hours continued peace afford,
Now o'er the earth ascends the evening shade :
Before the queen Alcinous' sons uufold
The vests, the robes, and heaps of shining gold; Say, wilt thou bear the mulct?” He instant cries, Then to the radiant thrones they move in state : “ The mulct I bear, if Mars perfidious fies.” Aloft, the king in pomp imperial sat.
To whom appeas'd: “ No more I urge delay; Then to the queen : * O partner of our reign,
O sole belov'd! command thy menial train
A borl that flames with gold, of wondrous frame, For wbo, by Phoebus uninform'd could know
The woe of Greece, and sing so well the woe? To raise in offerings to almighty Jove,
Just to the tale, as present at the fray,
Instant the queen, observant of the king, The song recalls past horrours to my eyes,
With latent heroes sack d'imperial Troy. Herself the chest prepares: in order roll'd
If faithful thou record the tale of fame, The robes, the vests are rang'd, and heaps of gold: The god himself inspires thy breast with fame: And adding a rich dress inwrought with art, And mine shall be the task, henceforth to raise A gift expressive of her bounteous heart,
In every land, thy monument of praise. Thus spoke to Ithacus : “ To guard with bands Full of the god, he rais'd his lofty strain, Insolvable these gifts, thy care demands :
How the Greeks rush'd tumultuous to the main : Lest, in thy slumbers on the watery main, How blazing tents illumin'd half the skies, The hand of rapine make our bounty vain.” While from the shores the winged navy flies :
Then bending with full force, around he roll's How ev'n in Ilion's walls, in deathful bands, A labyrinth of bands in fold on fold,
Came the stern Greeks by Troy's assisting hands : Clos'd with Circæan art. A train attends
All Troy up-heav'd the steed; of differing mind, Around the bath: the bath the king ascends Various the Trojans counsellid ; part consign'd (Untasted joy, since that disastrous hour
The monster to the sword, part sentence gave He sail'd ill-fated from Calypso's bower :)
To plunge it headlong in the whelming wave; Where, happy as the gods that range the sky, Th’ unwise prevail, they lodge it in the towers, He feasted every sense with every joy.
An offering sacred to th’immortal powers : He bathes; the damsels, with officious toil, Th’ unwise award to lodge it in the walls, Shed sweets, shed unguents, in a shower of oil : And by the gods' decree proud Ilion falls; Then o'er his limbs a gorgeous robe he spreads, Destruction enters in the treacherous wood, And to the feast magnificently treads:
And vengeful slaughter, fierce for human blood. Full where the dome its shining valves expands, He sung the Greeks stern issuing from the steed, Nausicaa blooming as a goddess stands,
How llion burns, how all her fathers bleed :
The Spartan king: how Ithacus attends
He fights, subdues : for Pallas strings his arms. To thy fond wish thy long-expected shores, Thus while he sung, Ulysses' griefs renew, This ever-grateful in remembrance bear,
Tears bathe his cheeks, and tears the ground To me thou ow'st, to me, the vital air.”
As some fond matron views in mortal fight (bedew : “O royal maid !” Ulysses straight returns, Her husband falling in his country's right: " Whose worth the splendours of thy race adorns, Frantic through clashing swords she runs, she flies, Bo may dread Jove (whose arm in vengeance As ghastly pale he groans, and faints, and dies; forms
storms) Close to his breast she grovels on the ground, The writhen bolt, and blackens Heaven with And bathes with floods of tears the gaping wound; Restore me safe, through weary wanderings tost, She cries, she shrieks; the fierce insulting foe To my dear country's ever-pleasing coast,
Relentless mock her violence of woe : As, while the spirit in this bosom glows,
To chains condemn'd, as wildly she deplores; To thee, my goddess, I address my vows :
A widow, and a slave on foreign shores. My life, thy gift I boast !" He said, and sat So from the sluices of Ulysses' eyes Fast by Alcinous on a throne of state,
Fast fell the tears, and sighs succeeded sighs : Now each partakes the feast, the wine prepares, Conceal'd be griev'd: the king observ'd alone Portions the food, and each his portion shares. The silent tear, and heard the secret groan: The bard an herald guides: the gazing throng Then to the bard aloud : “O cease to sing, Pay low obeisance as he moves along :
Dumb be thy voice, and mute the tuneful string :* Beneath a sculptur'd arch he sits enthron'd, To every note his tears responsive flow, The peers encircling for an awful round.
And his great heart heaves with tumultuous woe ; Then, from the chine, Ulysses carves with art Tby lay too deeply moves : then cease the lay, Delicious food, an honorary part;
And o'er the banquet every heart be gay : “This, let the master of the lyre receive,
This social right demands : for him the sails, A pledge of love! 'tis all a wretch can give. Floating in air, invite th' impelling gales : Lives there a man beneath the spacious skies, His are the gifts of love: the wise and good Who sacred honours to the bard denies ?
Receive the stranger as a brother's blood. The Muse the bard inspires, exalts his mind ; “ But, friend, discover faithful what I crave, The Muse indulgent loves th' harmonious kind.” Artful concealment ill becomes the brave :
The herald to his hand the 'charge conveys, Say what thy birth, and what the name you bore, Not fond of flattery, nor unpleas'd with praise, Inapos'd by parents in the natal hour?
When now the rage of hunger was allay'd, (For from the natal hour distinctive names, Thus to the lyrist wise Ulysses said :
One common right, the great and lowly claims :) « Oh more than man! thy soul the Muse inspires, | Say from what city, from what regions tost, Or Plæbus animates with all his fires :
And what inhabitants those regioas boast ?
So shalt thou instant reach the realms assign'd, How goodly seems it ever to employ
“ Admit these joys, why seeks thy mind to That lies beneath the Sun's all-seeing ray ;
know Though clouds and darknes veil th’encumber'u sky, Th' unliappy series of a wanderer's woe; Fearless through darkness and through clouds Remembrance sad, whose image to review, they fy:
Alas! must open all my wounds anew! Though tempests rage, though rolls the swelling And, oh! what first what last shall I relate, main,
Of woes unnumber'd sent by Heaven and fate? The seas may roll, the tempest rage in vain ; “Know first tise man (though now a wretch Evin the stern god, that o'er the waves presides, distrest) Safe as they pass, and safe repass the tides, Who hopes thee, monarch, for his future guest, With fury burns; while careless they convey Behold Ulysses ! no ignoble name, (tamé. Promiscuous every guest to every bay.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high Heaven my These cars have heard my royal sire disclose “My native soil is Ithaca the fair, A dreadful story big with future woes,
Where high Neritus waves his woods in air : How Neptune ra, 'd, and how, by his command, Dulichium, Samè, and Zacynthus crown'd Firm rooted in a surge a ship should stand
With shady mountains, spread their isies around A monument of wrath: how mound on mound (These to the north and night's dark regions run, Should bury these prond towers beneath the ground. Those to Aurora and the rising Sun). But this the gods may frustrate or fulfil,
Low lies our isle, yet blest in fruitful stores ; As suits the purpose of th' eternal will.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are ber shores; But say through what waste regions hast thou And none, ah! none so lovely to my sight, stray'd,
Of all the lands that Heaven o'erspreads with What customs noted, and what coasts survey'd;
My absent parents rose before my sight,
ordain'd And claim'd by merit, not by blood, the hcart?” To wait my passage from the Trojan land.
The winds froin Ilion to the Cicons' shore,
We boldly landed on the hostile place,
And sack'd the city, and destroy'd the race,
The fatted sheep and sable bulls they slay,
And bowls flow round, and riot wastes the day, THE ADVENTURES OF THE CICONS, LOTOPHAGI,
Meantiine the Cicons to their holds retir'd,
Call on the Cicans with new fury fir'd;
With early morn the gather'd country swarms Ulysses begins the relation of his adventures ; how, And all the continent is bright with arms;
after the destruction of Troy, he with his com- Thick as the budding leaves or rising flowers panions made an incursion on the Cicons, by O'erspread the laud, when spring descends in by whom the;' were repulsed ; and meeting with showers :
a storin, were driven to the coast of the lo. All expert soldiers, skill'd on foot to dare, · tophagi. From thence they sailed to the land | Or from the bounding courser urge the war. of the Cyclops, whose manners and situation are Now fortune changes (so the Fates ordain); particularly characterised. The giant Polyphe- Our hour was come to taste our share of pain. mus and his cave described; the usage Ulysses Close at the ships the bloody fight began, and his companions met with there; and lastly, Wounded they wound, and man expires on man. the method and artifice by which he escaped. Long as the morning Sun increasing bright
O'er Heaven's pure azure spread the growing
light, Trien thus Ulysses : “Thou, whom first in sway, Promiscuous death the form of war confounds, As first in virtue, these thy realms obey ;
Each adverse battle gor'd with equal wounds : How sweet the products of a peaceful reign ! But when his evening wheels o'erhung the main, The beaven-taught poet, and enchanting strain ; Then conquest crown'd the fierce Ciconian train. The well-fill'd palace, the perpetual feast, Six brave companions from each ship we lost, A land rejoicing, and a people blest !
The rest escape in haste, and quit the coaste
With sails-outspread we Ay th' unequal strife, No needy mortals here, with hunger bold,
Or wretched himters, through the wintery cold Yet as we flu our fellows rites we paid,
Pursue their flight: but leave them safe to bound And thrice we call’d on each unhappy shade. From hill to bill, o'er all the desert ground. “ Meanwhile the god whose hand the thunder Nor knows the soil to feed the ticecy care, forms,
(storms! Or feels the labours of the crooked share ;
Unlearn'd in all th' industrious arts of toil.
And fountains streaming down the fruitful plain. Then to my native country had I sail'd:
“ A port there is, enclos'd on either side,
And the sea whitens with the rising gale.
The blushing alders form a shady scene.
Nor glimmer'd Phoebe in th' ethereal plain :
And all unscon the surge and rolling sea,
With wonder seiz'd, we view the pleasing ground, Nor other home, nor other care intends,
And walk delighted, and expatiate round. But quits his house, his country, and his friends: Rous'd by the woodland nymphs, at early dawn, The three we sent, from off th' enchanting ground The mountain goats came bounding o'er the lawn r We dragg'd reluctant, and by force we bound : !n hast our fellows to the ships repair, The rest in haste forsook the pleasing shore, For arms and weapons of the sylvan war; Or, the charın tasted, bad return'd no more. Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part, Now plac'd in order on their banks, they sweep And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart; The sea's smooth face, and cleave the hoary The bounteous gods afford a copious prey, deep;
And nine fat goats each vessel bears away: With heavy hearts we labour through the tide The royal bark had ten. Our ships complete To coasts unknown, and oceans yet untry'd. We thus supply'd (for twelve were all the feet). "The land of Cyclops first; a savage kind,
Here, till the setting Sun roll'd down the light, Nor tam'd by manners, nor by laws confin'd: We sat indulging in the genial rite : l'ntaught to plant, to turn the glebe and sow; Nor wines were wanting; those from ample jars They all their products to free nature owe. We drain'd, the prize of our Ciconian wars. The soil untilld a ready harvest yields,
The land of Cyclops lay in prospect near; With wheat and barley wave the golden fields, The voice of goats and bleating flocks we hear, Spontaneous wines from weighty clusters pour,
And from their mountains rising smokes appear, And Jove descends in each prolific shower.
Now sunk the Sun, and darkness cover'd o'er By these no statutes and no rights are known, The face of things: along the sea-beat shore No council beld, no monarch fills the throne, Satiate we sleep; but when the sacred dawn But high on hills, or airy cliffs they dwell, Arising glitterd o'er the dewy lawn, Or deep in cares whose entrance leads to Hell. I call'd my fellows, and these words addrest : Each rules his race, his neighbour not his care, 'My dear associates, here indulge your rest: Heedless of others, to his own severe.
While, with my single ship, adventurous 1 “ Opposid to the Cyclopean coasts, there lay Go forth, the manners of yon men to try; An isle, whose hills their subject fields survey ; Whether a race unjust, of barbarous might, its name lachæa, crown'd with many a grove, Rude, and unconscious of a stranger's rights Where savage goats through pathless thickets Or such who harbour pity in their breast, rore;
Revere the gods, and succour the distrest ?'
“ This said, I climb'd my vessel's lofty side; The loaded shelves afford us full repast; My train obey'd me, and the ship unty'd.
We sit expecting. Lo! he comes at last. In order seated on their banks, they sweep
Near half a forest on his back be bore, Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding And cast the ponderous burden at the door. When to the nearest verge of land we drew, [deep. It thunder'd as it fell. We trembled then, Fast by the sea a lonely cave we view,
And sought the deep recesses of the den. High, and with darkening laurels cover'd o'er ; Now driven before bim, through the arching rock, Where sheep and goats lay slumbering round the Came tumbling, heaps on heaps, th’ mnumber'd shore.
flock : Near this, a fence of marble from the rock, Big-udder'd ewes, and goats of female kind Brown with o'er-arching pine and spreading oak, (l'he males were penn'd in outward courts behind): A giant shepherd here bis flock maintains
Then, heav'd on high, a rock's enormous weight Far from the rest, and solitary reigns,
To the cave's mouth he rollid and clos'd the gate In shelter thick of horrid shade reclind;
(Scarce twenty-four wheel'd cars, compact and And gloomy mischiefs labour in his mind.
strong, A form enormous ! far unlike the race
The massy load could bear, or roll along). Of human birth, in stature, or in face;
He next betakes him to his evening cares, As some lone mountain's monstrous growth he And, sitting down, to milk his flocks prepares; stood,
Of half their udders eases first the dams, Crown'd with rough thickets, and a nodding wood. Then to the mother's teats submits the lambs. I left my vessel at the point of land,
Half the white stream to hardening cheese he And close to guard it, gave our crew command:
prest, With only twelve, the boldest and the best, And high in wicker-baskets heap'd : the rest, I seek th' adventure, and forsake the rest.
Reserv'd in bowls, supply'd the nightly feast. Then took a goatskin fill'd with precious wine, His labour done, he fir'd the pile, that gave The gift of Maron of Evantheus' line
A sudden blaze, and lighted all the cave.
“What are ye, guests; on what adventure, say,
The lives of others, and expose your own ?' A silver bowl that held a copious draught,
“ His voice like thunder through the cavers And twelve large vessels of unmingled wine,
sounds; Mellifluous, undecaying, and divine!
My bold companions thrilling fear confounds, Which now, some ages from his race conceal'd, Appall'd at sight of more than mortal man! The hoary sire in gratitude reveal'd;
At length, with heart recover'd, I began: Such was the wine: to quench whose fervent steam "' From Troy's fam'd fields, sad wanderers o'er Scarce twenty measures from the living stream
the main, To cool one cup suffic'd: the goblet crown'd Behold the relics of the Grecian train! Breath'd aromatic fragrancies around.
Through various seas by various perils tost, Of this an ample vase we heav'd aboard,
And forc'd by storms, unwilling, on your coast ; And brought another with provisions stor'd.
Far from our destin'd course and native land, My soul foreboded I should find the bower
Such was our fate, and such high Jove's comOf some fell monster, fierce with barbarous power,
mand; Some rustic wretch, who liv'd in Heaven's Nor what we are befits us to disclaim, despight,
Atrides' friends, (in arms a mighty name) Contemning laws, and trampling on the right. Who taught proud Troy and all ber sons to bow; The cave we found, but vacant all within
Victors of late, but humble suppliants now! (His flock the giant tended on the green):
Low at thy knee thy succour we implore; But round the grot we gaze; and all the view, Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor. In order rang'd, our admiration drew :
At least some hospitable gift bestow; The bending shelves with loads of cheeses prest, 'Tis what the happy to th’ unhappy owe: The folded flocks each separate from the rest "Tis what the gods require: those gods revere, (The larger here, and there the lesser lambs, The poor and stranger are their constant care ; The new-fall’n young here bleating for their dams; To Jove their cause, and their revenge belongs, The kid distinguish'd from the lambkin lies): He wanders with them, and he feels their The cavern echoes with responsive cries.
wrongs. Capacious chargers all around were laid,
“« Fools that ye are!' (the savage thus replies, Full pails, and vessels of the milking trade. His inward fury blazing at his eyes) With fresh provisions hence our feet to store Or strangers, distant far from our abodes, My friends advise me, and to quit the shore ; To bid me reverence or regard the gods. Or drive a flock of sheep and goats away,
Know then, we Cyclops are a race above Consult our safety, and put off to sea.
Those air-bred people, and their goat-purs'd Jove : Their wholesome counsel rashly I declin'd, And learn, our power proceeds with thee and thine, Curious to view the man of monstrous kind, Not as he wills, but as ourselves incline. And try wbat social rites a savage lends :
But answer, the good ship that brought ye o'er, Dire rites, alas! and fatal to my friends!
Where lies she anchor'd? near or off the shore ? “ Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
“ Thus be. Ilis meditated fraud I fiod For bis return with sacrifice and prayer.
(Vers'd in the turns of various human kind);