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And, cautious, thus: “Against a dreadful rock, And held the brimming goblet foaming o'er;
Fast by your shore the gallant vessel broke, Cyclop! since human flesh has been thy feast,
Scarce with these few I scap'd; of all my train, Now drain this goblet, potent to digest;
Whom angry Neptune whelm'd beneath the main; Know hence what treasures in our ship we lost,
The scatter'd wreck the winds blew back again.' And what rich liquors other climates boast.

“ He answer'd with his deed. His bloody hand We to thy shore the precious freight shall bear,
Snatch'd two, unhappy! of my martial band; If home thou send us, and vouchsafe to spare,
And Jash'd like dogs against the stoney floor: But oh! thus furious, thirsting thus for gore,
The pavement swims with brains and mingled gore. The sons of men shall ne'er approach thy shore,
Tora limb from limb, he spreads his horrid feast, And never shalt thou taste this nectar more.'
And fierce devours it like a mountain-beast:

“ He heard, he took, and, pouring down his throat He sucks the marrow, and the blood he drains, Delighted, swill’d the large luxurious draught. Nor entrails, filesh, nor solid bone remains. * More! give me more,' he cry'd : the boon be We see the death from which we cannot move,

thine, And humbled groan beneath the hand of Jove. Whoe'er thou art that bear'st celestial wine ! His ample maw with human carnage fill'd,

Declare thy name : not mortal is this juice, A milky deluge next the giant swillid;

Such as th' unblest Cyclopean climes produce Then stretch'd in length o'er half the cavern'd rock, (Though sure our vine the largest cluster yields, Lay senseless, and supine, amidst the flock. And Jove's scorn'd thunder serves to drench our To seize the time, and with a sudden wound But this descended from the blest abodes, [fields); 'To fix the slumbering monster to the ground, A rill of nectar, streaming from the gods.' My soul impels me; and in act I stand

“ He said, and greedy grasp'd the heady bowl, To draw the sword; but wisdom held my hand. Thrice drain'd, and pour'd the deluge on lijs soul. A deed so rash had finish'd all our fate,

His sense lay cover'd with the duzy fume; No mortal forces from the lofty gate

While thus my fraudful speech I re-assume : Could roll the rock. In hopeless grief we lay, 'Thy promis'd boon, O Cyclop! now I claim, And sigh, expecting the return of day.

And plead my title: Noman is my name. Now did the rosy-finger'd morn arise,

By that distinguish'd from my tender years, And shed her sacred light along the skies.

'Tis what my parents call me, and my peers.' He wakes, he lights the fire, he milks the dams, “The giant then: 'Our protnis'd grace receive, And to the mother's teats submits the lambs. The hospitable boon we mean to give : The task thus finish'd of his morning hours, When all thy wretched crew have felt my power, Two more he snatches, murders, and devours. Noman shall be the last I will devour.' Then pleas'd, and whistling, drives his flock before: “ He said : then nodding with the fumes of wine, Removes the rocky mountain from the door, Dropp'd his huge head, and snoring lay supine. And shuts again: with equal ease dispos'd,

His neck obliquely v'er his shoulders hung, As a light quiver's lid is op'd and clos'd.

Press'd with the weight of sleep that tames the His giant voice the echoing region fills :

strong! His flocks, obedient, spread o'er all the hills. There belch'd the mingled sreams of wine and blood,

“Thus left behind, ev'n in the last despair And human flesh, bis indigested food. I thought, devis'd, and Pallas heard my prayer.

Sudden I stir the embers, and inspire Revenge, and doubt, and caution work'd my breast; With animating breath the seeds of fire ; But this of many counsels seem'd the best : Each drooping spirit with bold words repair, The monster's club within the cave I 'spy'd. And urge my train the dreadful deed to dare. A tree of stateliest growth, and yet undry'd, The stake now glow'd beneath the burning bed Green from the wood; of height and bulk so vast, (Green as it was) and sparkled fiery red. The largest ship might claim it for a mast.

Then forth the vengeful instrument I bring : This shorten'd of its top, I gave my train

With beating hearts my fellows form a ring. A fathorn's length, to shape it and to plane ; Urg'd by some present god, they swift let fall The narrower end I sharpen'd to a spire;

The pointed torinent on his visual ball, Whose point we harden'd with the force of fire, Myself above them from a rising ground And hid it in the dust that strew'd the cave. Guide the sharp stake, and twirl it round and rounde Then to my few companions, bold and brave, As when a shipwright stands his workmen o'er, Propos’d, who first the venturous deed should try, who ply the wimble, some huge beam to bore ; In the broad orbit of his monstrous eye

Urg'd on all hands, it nimbly spins about, To plunge the brand, and twirl the pointed wood, The grain deep-piercing till it scoops it out: When slumber next should tame the man of blood. In his broad eye so whirls the fiery wood; Just as I wish d, the lots were cast on four: Froin the pierc'd pupil spouts the boiling blood ; Myself the fifth. We stand, and wait the hour. Sing’d are his brows; the scorching lids grow black; He comes with evening: ail his fleecy Rock The jelly bubbles, and the fibres crack. Before bim march, and pour into the rock: And as when arınourers temper in the ford Not or male or female stay'd behind

The keen-edg’d pole-ax, or the shining sword, (So fortune chanc'd, or so some god design'd); The red-hot metal hisses in the lake, Then heaving high the stone's unwieldy weight, Thus in bis eye-ball hiss'd the plunging stake. He roll'd it on the cav), and clos'd the gate. He sends a dreadful groan: the rocks around First down he sits, to milk the woolly dams, Through all their inmost winding caves resound. And then permits their udder to the lambs.

Scar'd we receded Forth, with frantic hand, Next scizo tuo wretches more, and headlong cast, He tort', and dash'd on earth the gory brand : Brain'ä on the rock: his second dire repast. Then calls the Cyclops, all that round him üwell, likca approach'd bin reeking with their gore, Withe voice like thunder, and a diretul yello


From all their dens the one-ey'd race repair, No ease, no pleasure, my sad heart receired,
From rifted rocks and mountains bleak in air. While such a monster as vile Noman lives.'
All baste assembled, at his well-known roar,

“ The giant spoke, and through the hollovo Inquire the cause, and crowd the cavern-door.

rock *** What hurts thee, Polypheune? what strange Dismiss'd the ram, the father of the flock. aftright

No sooner freed, and througli th' enclosure past, Thus breaks our slumbers, and disturbs the night? First I release myself, my fellows last : Does any mortal in th’unguarded hour

Fat sheep and goats in thronge we drive before, Of sleep oppress thee, or by fraud or power? Aud reach our vessel on the winding shore. Or thieves insidious the fair flock surprise ?' With joy the sailors view their friends return'd, Thus they: the Cyclop from liis den replies : And hail us living whom as dead they mourn'd.

« • Priends, Noman kills me; Woman in the hour Big tears of transport stand in every eye: Of sleep, oppresses me with fraudful power.' I check their fondness, and command to fly. *If no man hurt thee, but the hand divine

Aboard in haste they heare the wealthy sheep, Inflict disease, it fits thee to resign :

And snatch their oars, and rush into the deep To Jove or to thy father Neptune pray,

"Now off at sca, and from the shallows clear, The brethren cry'd, and instant strode away. As far as human voice conld reach the car : " Joy touch'd my secret soul and conscious With taupts the distant giant I accost : heart,

' Hear me, O Cyclop! hear, ungracious host I Pleas'd with th' effect of conduct and of art. 'Twas on no coward, no ignoble slare, Meantime the Cyclop, raging with his wound, Thou meditat'st thy meal in yonder cave ; Spreads his wide arms, and searches round and But one, the vengeance fated from above round:

Doom'd to inflict: the instrument of Jove. At last, the stone removing from the gate, Thy barbarous breach of hospitable bands, With hands extended in the midst he sate : The god, the gnd revenges by my hands.? And search'd each passing sheep, and felt it o'er, “The words the Cyclop's burning rage proroke: Secure to seize us ere we reach'd the door

From the tall hill he renis a pointed rock, (Such as his shallow wit he decmd was mine): High o'er the billows flew the massy load, But secret I revolu'd the deep design;

And near the ship came thundering on the flood. '?'was for our lives my labouring bosom wronght; It alınost brush'd the helm, and fell before : Each scheme Iturn'd, and sharpen'd every thought; The whole sex shook, and refluent beat the This way and that I cast to save my friends,

shore. Till one resolve my varying counsel ends.

Thc long concussion on the heaving'tide “ Strong were the rams, with native purple fair, Roll?d back the vessel to the island's side: Well fed, and largest of the fleecy care.

Again I shov'd her off, our fate to fly, These three and three, with osier bands we ty'd Each nerve we stretch, and every oar we ply. (The twining bands the Cyclop's bed supply'd) Just 'scap'd impending death, when now again The midmost bore a man : the outward tivo We twice as far bad turrow'd back the pain, Secur'd each side: so bound we all the crew. Once more I rais'd my voice ; my friends afraid One ram remain'd, the leader of the fock; With mild entreaties my design dissuacle, In his deep fleece my grasping hands I lock, 'What boots the godless giant to provoke, And fast beneath, in woolly curls invove,

Whose arms may sink us at a single stroke? I cling implicit, and confide in Jove.

Already, when the dreadful rock he threw, When rosy morning glimmer'd o'er the dales, Old Ocean shook, and back his surges fiew, He drove to pasture all the lusty males:

Thy sounding voice directs his aim again; The ewes still folded, with distended thighs The rock o'erwhelms us, and we ’scap'd in vain." Unmilk'd, lay bleating in distressful cries.

“But I, of mind elate, and scorning fear, But heedless of those cares, with anguish stung, Thus with new taunts insult the monster's ear, He felt their fleeces as they pass'd along,

'Cyclop! if any, pitying thy disgrace, (Fool that he was) and let them safely go, Ask who disfigur'd thus that eyeless face? All unsuspecting of their freight below.

Say 'twas Ulysses, 'twas his deed, declare,
“ The master ram at last approach'd the gate, Lacrtes' son, of Ithaca the fair;
Charg'd with his wool, and with Ulysses' fate. Ulysses, far in fighting fields renown'd,
Him while he past the monster blind bespoke : Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.'

What makes my ram the lag of all the flock? “ Th' astonish'd savage with a roar replies :
First thou wert wont to crop the flowery mead, O Heavens! O faith of ancient prophecies !
First to the field and river's bank to lead,

This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold,
And first with stately step at evening hour

(The mighty seer who on these bills grew old ; Thy fleecy fellows usher to their bower.

Skill'd the dark fates of mortals to declare, Now far the last, with pensive pace and slow And learn'd in all wing'd omens of the air) Thou mov'st, as conscious of thy master's woe! Long since he menac'd, such was fate's commands. Seest thou these lids that now unfold in vain? And nam'u Ulysses as the destin'd hand. (The deed of Noman and his wicked train !) I deem'd some godlike giant to behold, Oh! didst thou feel for thy afilicted lord,

Or lofty hero, haughty, brave, and bold;
And would but fate the power of speech afford, Not this weak pigmy-wretch, of mean design,
Soon might'st thou tell me, where in secret here Who yot by strength subdued me, but by wine.
The dastard lurks, all trembling with his fear: But conie, accept our gifts, and join to pray
Swung round and round, aná dash'd from rock to Great Neptune's blessing on the watery way:

For his I am, and I the lincage own :
His batter'd brains should on the pavement smoke, I TL'immortal father no less boasts the son.

His power can heal me, and re-light my eye: proceed to the island of Circe. Eurylochus is And only his, of all the gods on higb."

sent first, with: soine companions, all which - Oh! could this arm' (I thus aloud rejoin'd) except Eurylochus, are transformed into swine. From that rast bulk dislodge thy bloody mind, Ulysses then undertakes the adventure, and, And send thee howling to the realms of night! by the help of Mercury; who gives him the As sure, as Neptune cannot give thee sight.' herb moly, overcomes the enchantress, and

“ Thus 1 : while raging he repeats his cries, procures the restoration of his men. After a With hands uplifted to the starry skies :

year's stay with her, he prepares at her instiga Hear me, O Neptune! thou whose arms are hurla tion for his voyage to the infernal shades. From shore to shore, and gird the solid

world. If thine I am, nor thou my birth disown, And if th’ unhappy Cyclop be thy son ;

"At length we reach'd Æolia's sea-girt shore Let not Ulysses breathe his native air,

Where great Hippotades the sceptre bore, Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair.

A floating isle! High rais'd by toil divine, If to review his country be his fate,

Strong walls of brass the rocky coast confine. Be it through toils and sufferings long and late ; Six blooming youths, in private grandeur bred, His lost companions let him first deplore;

And six fair daughters grac'd the royal bed :
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er; These sons their sisters wed, and all remain
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed, Their parents' pride, and pleasure of their reigne
More near and deep, domestic woes succeed !! All day they feast, all day the bowls flow round,

" With imprecations thus he fill'd the air, And joy and music through the isle resound:
And angry Neptune heard th' unrighteous prayer. At night each pair on splendid carpets lay,
A larger rock then heaving from the plain, And crown'd with love the pleasures of the day.
He whirl'd it round: it sung across the main : This happy port affords our wandering fleet
It fell, and brush'd the stern: the billows roar, A month's reception, and a safe retreat.
Stake at the weight, and refluent beat the shore. Full oft the monarch urg'd me to relate
With all our force we kept aloof to sea,

The fall of Ilion, and the Grectan fate;
And gain'd the island where our vessels lay. Full oft I told : at length for parting mov'd;
Our sight the whole collected navy cheer'd, The king with mighty gifts my suit approv'd.
Wao, waiting long, by turns had hop'd and fear'd. The adverse winds in leathern bags he brac'd,
There disembarking on the green sea-side, Compress'd their force, and lock'd each struggling
We land our cattle, and the spoil divide :

blast: Of these due shares to every sailor fall;

For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd The master ram was voted mine by all :

The tempest's lord, the tyrant of the wind; And him (the guardian of Ulysses' fate)

His word alone the listening storms obey, With pious mind to Heaven i consecrate.

To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
But the great god, whose thunder rends the skies, These in my hollow ship the monarch hung,
Aretse, beholds the smoking sacrifice ;

Securely fetter'd by a silver thong;
And sees me wandering still from coast to coast, But Zephyrus exempt, with friendly gales
And all my sessels, all my people, lost !

He charg'd to fill, and guide the swelling sails :
While thougátless we indulge the genial rite, Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails !
As plenteous cates and fuwing bowls invite; “Nine prosperous days we ply'd the labouring
Tai evening Phoebus roli’d away the light:

oar; Stretch'd on the shore in careless ease we rest, The tenth presents our welcome native shore: Tili raddy morning parpled o'er the east;

The hills display the beacon's friendly light, Then from their anchors all our ships unbind, And rising mountains gain upon our sight. And mount the decks, and call the willing wind: Then first my eyes, by watchful toils opprest, Nse, rang'd in order on our banks, we sweep Comply'd to take the balmy gifts of rest; With hasty strokes the hoarse resounding decp; Then first my hands did from the rudder part Blind to the future, pensive with our fears, (So much the love of home possess'd my heart); Olad for the living, for the dead in tears." When, lo! on board a fond debate arose ;

What rare device those vessels might enclose ?

What sum, what prize from Æolus I brought ? THE ODYSSEY

Whilst to his peighbour each express'd his thought: :

“Say, whence, ye gods, contending nations strive
Who most shall please, who most our hero give?
Long have his coffers groan'd with Trojan spoils ;
Whilst we, the wretched partners of his toils,
Reproach'd by want, our fruitless labours mourn

And only rich in barren fame return.

Now Folus, ye see, augments his store :

But come, my friends, these mýstic gifts explore."
They said: and (oh curst fate) the thongs unbound:

The gushing tempest sweeps the ocean round; Ferses arrives at the island of Æolus, who gives Snatch'd in the whirl, the burry'd navy flew, Bima prosperous winds, and encloses the adverse The ocean widen'd, and the shores withdrew. Gries in a bag, which his companions untying: Rous’d from my fatal sleep, I long debate they are driven back again, and rejected. Then If still to live, or desperate plunge to fate : they sail to the Lestrigons, where they lose Thus, doubting, prostrate on the deck I lay, eleven ships, and, with one only remaining, Till all the coward thoughts of death gave way.





“ Meanwhile our vessels plough the liquid plain, With joy the maid th’unwary strangers heard, And soon the known Æolian coast regain,

And show'd them where the royal dome appeard Oar groans the rocks remurmur'd to the main. They went; but, as they entering saw the queen We leap'd on shore, and with a scanty feast Of size enormous, and terrific mien, Our thirst and hunger hastily repress'd;

(Not yielding to some bulky mountain's height) That done, two chosen heralds straight attend A sudden borrour struck their aking sight. Our second progress to my royal friend:

Swift, at her call, her husband scour'd away, And him amidst his jovial sons we found;

To wreak his hunger on the destin'd prey; The banquet steaming, and the goblets crown'd: One for his food the raging glutton slew, There humbly stopp'd with conscious shame and But two rush'd out, and to the navy fiew. awe,

Balk'd of his prey, the yelling monster flies, Nor nearer than the gate presum'd to draw. And fills the city with his hideous cries; But soon bis sons their well-known guest descry'd, A ghastly band of giants hear the roar, Anil, starting from their couches, loudly cry'd : And, pouring down the mountains, crowd the shore. • Ulysses here! what demon could'st thou meet Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow, To thwart thy passage, and repel thy fleet? And dash the ruins on the ships below : Wast thou not furnish'd by our choicest care The crackling vessels burst; hoarse groans arise, For Grcece, for home, and all thy soul held dear!' And mingled horrours echo to the skies; Thus they: in silence long my fate I mourn'd, The men, like fish, they stuck upon the flood, At length these words with accent low returu'd : And cramın'd their filthy throats with human food

Me, lock'd in sleep, my faithless crew bereft Whilst thus their fury rages at the bay, Of all the blessings of your godlike gift!

My sword our cables cut, I call'd to weigh; But grant, oh grant, our loss we may retrieve! And charg'd my men, as they from fate would fly, A favour you, and you alone, can give.'

Each nerve to strain, cach bending oar to ply. “Thus I with art to move their pity try'd,

The sailors catch the word, their oars they seize, And touch'd the youths ; but their stern sire And sweep with equal strokes the smoky seas : reply'd :

Clear of the rocks th’impatient vessel dies; * Vile wretch, begone! this instant I command Whilst in the port each wretch encumber'd dies. Thy fleet accurs'd to leave our hallow'd land. With earnest baste my frighted sailors press, His baneful suit pollutes these bless'd abodes, While kindling transports glow'd at our success; Whose fate proclaims him hateful to the gods.' But the sad fate that did our friends destroy

“ Thus ficrce he said : we sighing went our way, Cool'd every breast, and damp'd the rising joy. And with desponding hearts put off to sea.

“ Now dropp'd our anchors in th' fæan bay, The sailors, spent with toils, their folly mourn,

Where Circe dwelt, the daughter of the day; But mourn in vain; no prospect of return.

Her mother Persè, of old Ocean's strain, Six days and nights a doubtful course we steer, Thus from the Sun descended and the Main The next proud Lamos' stately towers appear,

(From the same lineage stern #ætes came, And Læstrigonia's gates arise distinct in air. The far-fam'd brother of th' enchantress dame); The shepherd, quitting here at night the plain, Goddess, and queen, to whom the powers belong Calls, to succeed his cares, the watchful swain; Of dreadful magic, and commanding song. But he that scorns the chains of sleep to wear, Some god directing, to this peaceful bay and adds the herdsman's to the shepherd's care, Silent we came, and melancholy lay, So near the pastures, and so short the way, Spent and o'erwatch'd. Two days and nights His double toils may claim a double pay,

rolld on, And join the labours of the night and day.

And now the third succeeding morning shone. “ Within a long recess a bay there lies,

I climb'd a cliff, with spear and sword in hand, Edg'd round with cliffs, high pointing to the skies: Whose ridge o'erlook'd a shady length of land : The jutting shores that swell on either side

To learn if aught of mortal works appear, Contract its mouth, and break the rushing tide.

Or cheerful voice of mortal strike the ear. Our eager sailors seize the fair retreat,

From the high point I mark'd, in distant view, And bound within the port their crowded fleet; A stream of curling smoke ascending blue, *For here retir'd the sinking billows sleep,

And spiry tops, thc tufted trees above, And siling calmness silver'd o'er the deep. Of Circe's palace bosom'd in the grove. I only in the bay refus'd to moor,

“ Thither to haste, the region to explore, And fix'd, without, my halsers to the shore. [brow Was first my thought : but, speeding back to shore, “ From thence we elimb'd a point, whose airy

I deem'd it best to visit first my crew,
Commands the prospect of the plains below : And send out spies the dubious coast to view,
No tracts of beasts, or signs of men, we found, As down the hill I solitary go,
But smoky volumes rolling from the ground. Some power divine, who pities human woe,
Two with our herald thither we cominand,

Sent a tall stag, descending from the wood,
With sp-ed to learn what men possess'd the land. To cool his fervour in the crystal flood;
They went, and kept the wheel's smooth beaten Luxuriant on the wave-worn bank he lay,

Stretch'd forth, and panting in the sunny ray. Which to the city drew the mountain wood; I lanch'd my spear, and with a sudden wound When lo! they met, beside a crystal spring, Transpierc'd his back, and fix'd him to the ground, The daughter of Antiphates the king;

He falls, and mourns his fate with human cries : She to Artacia's silver streams came down

Through the wide wound the vital spirit Hies. (Artacia's streams alone supply the town): I drew, and casting on the river's side The dainsel they approach'd, and ask'd what race The bloody spear, his gather'd feet, I ty'd The people were? who monarch of the place? With twining osiers, which the bank supplied.


An ell in length the pliant whisp I wear'd,

The goddess, rising, asks her guests to stay, And the buge body on my shoulders heav'd : Who blindly follow where she leads the way. Then, leaning on my spear with both my hands, Eurylochus alone, of all the band, Up-bore my load, and press'd the sinking sands Suspecting frand, more prudently remain'd. With s eighty steps, till at the ship I threw On thrones around with downy coverings grac'd, The welcome burthen, and bespoke my crew:

With semblance fair, th' unhappy men she plac'&. Cheer up, my friends! it is not yet our fate Milk newly press'd, the sacred four of wheat, To glide with ghosts through Pluto's gloomy gate. And honey fresh, and Pramnian wines the treat: Food in the desert land, behold ! is given;

But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl, Live, and enjoy the providence of Heaven.' With drugs of force to darken all the soul :

“ The joyful crew survey his mighty size, Soon in the luscious feast themselves they lost, And on the future banquet feast their eyes, And drank oblivion of their native coast. As huge in length extended lay the beast; Instant her circling wand the goddess wares, Then wash their hands, and hasten to the feast. 'To hogs transforms them, and the sty receives. There, till the setting Sun roll'd down the light, No more was seen the human forin divine ; They sate indulging in the genial rite.

Head, face, and members, bristle into swine: When evening rose, and darkness covered o'er Still curs'd with sense, their minds remain alone, The face of things, we slept along the shore. And their own voice affrights them when they But when the rosy morning warm'd the east,

groan. My men I summond, and these words addrest: Meanwhile the goddess in disdain bestows

** Followers and friends! attend what I propose : The mast and acorn, brutal food! and strows Ye sad companions of Ulysses' woes!

The fruits of cornel, as their feast, around; We know not here what land before us lies, Now prone and groveling on unsavory ground. Or to what quarter now we turn our eyes,

“ Eurylochus, with pensive steps and slow, Or where the Sun shall set, or where shall rise. Aghast returns; the messenger of woe, Here let us think (if thinking be not vain)

And bitter fate. To speak he made essay, If any counsel, any hope remajn.

In vain essay'd, nor would his tongue obey, Alas! from yonder promontory's brow,

His swelling heart deny'd the words their way : I view'd the coast, a region flat and low;

But speaking tears the want of words supply, An isle encircled with the boundless flood,

And the full soul bursts copious from his eye. A length of thickets, and entangled wood. Affrighted, anxious for our fellows' fates, Some smoke I saw amid the forests rise,

We press to hear what sadly he relates : And all around it only seas and skies !

“* We went, Ulysses ! (such was thy command) * With broken hearts my sad companions stood, Through the lone thicket and the desert land. Mindful of Cyclop and bis human food,

A palace in a woody vale we found And horrid Læstrigons, the men of blood.

Brown with dark forests, and with shades around Presaging tears apace began to rain;

A voice celestial echoed from the dome, Bat tears in mortal miseries are vain.

Or nymph, or goddess, chanting to the loom. In equal parts 1 straight divide my band,

Access we sought, nor was access denied : And name a chief each party to command; Radiant she came; the portals open'd wide : I led the one, and of the other side

The goddess mild invites the guests to stay:
Appointed brave Eurylochus the guide.

They blindly follow where she leads the way.
Then in the brazen helm the lots we throw, I only wait behind, of all the train;
And Fortune casts Eurylochus to go.

I waited long, and ey'd the doors in vain :
He march'd, with twice eleven in his train : The rest are vanish'', none repass'd the gate ;
Pensive they march, and pensive we remain. And not a man appears to tell their fate.'

* The palace in a woody vale they found, “I beard, and instant o'er my shoulders flung High rais'd of stone; a shaded space around : The belt, in which my weighty falchion hung Where mountain wolves and brindled lions roam, (A beamy blade); then seiz'd the bended bow, (By magic tam'd) familiar to the dome.

And bade him guide the way, resolv'd to go. With gentle blandishment our men they meet, He, prostrate falling, with both hands embrac'd And wag their tails, and fawning lick their feet. My knees, and, weeping, thus his suit address'd : As from some feast a man returning late,

"O king! belov'd of Jove! thy servant spare, His faithful dogs all meet him at the gate, And ah, thyself, the rash attempt forbear! Rejoicing round, some morsel to receive

Never, alas! thou never shalt return, (Such as the good man ever us'd to give).

Or sce the wretched, for whose loss we mourn. juomestic thus the grisly beasts drew near; With what remains from certain ruin fly, They gaze with wonder, not unmix'd with fear. And save the few not fated yet to die.' You on the threshold of the dome they stood, “ I answer'd stern: ‘Inglorious then remain, And heard a voice resounding through the wood: Here feast and loiter, and desert thy train. Plac'd at her loom within, the goddess sung; Alone, unfriended, will I tempt any way; The vaulted roofs and solid pavement rung. The laws of fate compel, and I obey.' O'er the fair web the rising figures shine,

* This said, and scornful turning from the shore Iramortal labour! worthy hands divine.

My haughty step, I stalk'd the valley o'er : Polites to the rest the question mov'd

Till now approaching nigh the magic bower, (A gallant leader, and a man I lov'd):

Where dwelt th' enchantress skill'd in herbs of «• What voice celestial, chanting to the loom A form, divine forth issued from the wood, (power. (Or aymph, or goddess) echoes froin the room? (Immortal Hermes with the golden rod) Say, shall we seek access ?' With that they call; In human semblance. On his bloomy face And wide unfold the portals of the hall.

Youth smil'd celestial, with each opening grace,

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