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Still as they plead, the fatal lots he rolls,
Ev'n Hell I conquer'd, through the friendly aid Absolves the just, and dooms the guilty souls. Of Maja's offspring and the martial maid.' “ There huge Orion, of portentous size,
“ Thus he, nor deign’d for our reply to stay, Swift through the gloom a giant-hunger flies;
But, turning, stalk'd with giant strides away. A ponderous mace of brass with direful sway
“ Curious to view the kings of ancient days, Aloft he whirls, to crush the savage prey;
The mighty dead that live in endless praise, Stern beasts in trains that by his truncheon fell, Resolv'd I stand; and haply had survey'd Now grisly forms, shoot o'er the lawns of Hell. The goulike Theseus, and Pirithous' shade;
“ There Tityus large and long, in fetters bound, But swarms of spectres rose from deepest Hell, O'erspreads nine acres of infernal ground;
With bloodless visage, and with hideous yell, Two ravenous vultures, furious for their food, They scream, they shriek ; sad groans and dismal Scream o'er the fiend, and riot in his blood,
(bounds. Incessant pore the liver in his breast,
Stun my scar'd ears, and pierce Hell's utmost Th’immortal liver grows, and gives th' immortal No more my heart the dismal din sustains, For as o'er Panope's enamelld plains, (feast.
my cold blood bangs shivering in my veins; Latona journey'd to the Pythian fanes,
Lest Gorgon, rising from th' infernal lakes, With haughty love t'' audacious monster strove With horrours arm'd, and curls of bissing snakes, To force the goddess, and to rival Jove.
Should fix me, stiffen'd at the monstrous sight, 'There Tantalus along the Stygian hounds A stony image, in eternal night! Pours out deep groans (with groans ail Hell resounds) | Straight from the direful coast to purer air Ev'u in the circling tloods refreshment craves, I speed my flight, and to my mates repair. And pines with thirst amidst a sca of waves : My mates ascend the ship; they strike their oars; When to the water he his lip applies,
The mountains lessen, and retreat the shores; Back from his lip the treacherous water flies. Swift o'er the waves we fly; the freshening gales Above, beneath, around his hapless head,
Sing through the shrouds, and stretch the swelling Trees of all kinds deticious fruitage spread;
“I turn'd my eye, and as I turn’d survey'd
THB SIRENS, SCYLLA, AND CHARYBDIS.
He relates, how after his return from the shades, again the restless orb his toil renews, [ground.
he was sent by Circe on his voyage, by the Dust mounts in clouds, and sweat descends in dews.
coast of the Sirens, and by the Strait of Scylla “Now I the strength of Hercules behold,
and Charybdis: the manner in which he escaped A towering spectre of gigantic mould.
tbose dangers: how, being cast on the island A shadowy forın! for high in Heaven's abodes
Trinacria, his companions destroyed the oxen Himself resides, a god among the gods;
of the Sun: the vengeance that followed; how There, in the bright assemblies of the skies,
all perished by shipwreck except himself, who, He nectar quaffs, and Hebe crowns his joys.
swimming on the mast of the ship, arrived on Here hovering ghosts, like fowl, his shade surround,
the island of Calypso. With which his relation And clang their pinions with terrific sound !
Here the gay Moro resides in radiant bowers,
At once we fix our halsers on the sand, Inimitably wrought with skill divine.
At once descend, and press the desert land; The mishty ghost advanc'd with awful look, There, worn and wasted, lose our cares in slecp, And, turning his grim visage, sternly spoke: To the hoarse murmurs of the rolling deep. "O exercis'd in grief! by arts refin'd!
“ Soon as the morn restor’d the day, we pay'd
And the huge pile along the shore ascends.
Firce o'er the pyre, by fanning breezes spread,
The rising tomb a lofty column bore,
High in the air the rock its summit shrouds, dod high above it rose the tapering oar.
In brooding tempests, and in rolling clouds; Meantime the goddess' our return survey'd Loud storms around and mists eternal rise, From the pale ghosts, and Hell's tremendous shade. Beat its bleak hrow, and intercept the skies. Swift she descends. A train of nymplis divine When all the broad expansion bright with day. Bear the rich viands and the generous wine : Glows with th' autumual or the summer ray. In act to speak the power of magic stands, The summer and the autumn glow in vain, And graceful thus accosts the listening bands : The sky for ever lours, for ever clouds remain.
"O sons of woe! decreed by adverse fates Impervious to the step of man it stands, Alive to pass through Hell's eternal gates!
Though borne by twenty feet, though arm'd with All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread;
twenty hands; More wretched you ! twice numbered with the Smooth as the polish of the mirror rise dead!
The slippery sides, and shoot into the skies, This day adjourn your cares; exalt your souls, Full in the centre of this rock display'd, Indulge the taste, and drain the sparkling bowls : A yawning cavern casts a dreadful shade: And when the morn unveils her saffron ray, Nor the feet arrow from the twanging bow, Spread your broad sails, and plough the liquid way; Sent with full force, could reach the depth below. Lo! I this night, your faithful guide, explain Wide to the west the horrid gulph extends, Your woes by land, your dangers on the main.' And the dire passage down to Hell descends.
“The goddess spoke; in feasts we waste the day, O fly the dreadful sight! expand thy sails, Till Phæbus downward plung'd his burning ray; Ply the strong oar, and catch the nimble gales; Then sable night ascends, and balmy rest
Here Scylla bellows from her dire abodes, Seals every eye, and calms the troubled breast. Tremendous pest! abhorr'd by men and gods ! Then curious she commands me to relate
Hideous her voice, and with less terrours roar The dreadful scenes of Pluto's dreary state: The whelps of lions in the midnight hour. She sat in silence while the tale I tell,
Twelve feet deforma'd and foul the fiend dispreads; The wonderous visions, and the laws of Hell. Six horrid necks she rears, and six terrific heads;
“Then thus: “The lot of man the gods dispose; Her jaws grin dreadful with three rows of teeth; These ills are past: now hear thy future woes. Jaggy they stand, the gaping den of death ; O prince, attend ! some favouring power be kind, Her parts obscene the raging billows hide ; And print th' important story on thy mind ! Her besom terribly o'erlooks the tide. "* Next, where the Sirens dwell, you plough the When stung rith hunger she embroils the flood, seas!
he sea-dog and the dolphin are her food; Their song is death, and makes destruction please. She makes the huge leviathan her prey, Unblest, tbe man, whom music wins to stay And all the monsters of the watery way; Nigh the curst shore, and listen to the lay: The swiftest racer of the azure plain No more that wretch shall view the joys of life, Here fills her sails and spreads her oars in vain; His blooming offspring, or his beauteous wife! Fell Scylla rises, in her fury roars, lo rerdant meads they sport; and wide around At once six mouths expands, at once six men deLie human bones, that whiten all the ground; The ground polluted floats with human gore, “Close by, a rock of less enormous height And human carnage taints the dreadful shore, Breaks the wild waves, and forms a dangerous Fly swift the dangerous coast; let every ear
strait : Be stopp'd against the song ! 'tis death to hear ! Full on its crown a fig's green branches rise, Firm to the mast with chains thyself be bound, And shoot a leafy forest to the skies; Nor trust thy virtue to th' enchanting sound. Beneath Charybdis holds her boistering reign If, mad with transport, freedom thou demand, Midst roaring whirlpools, and absorbs the main ; Be every fetter strain'd, and added band to band. Thrice in her gulfs the boiling seas subside,
". These seas o'erpast, be wise! but I refrain Thrice in dire thunders she refunds the tide. To mark distinct thy voyage o'er the main. Oh, if thy vessel plough the direful waves New horrours rise! let prudence be thy guide, When seas retreating roar within her caves, And guard thy various passage through the tide. Ye perish all! though he who rules the main
"High o'r the main two rocks exalt their brow, Lend his strong aid, his aid he lends in vain.
“ I then : 'O nymph propitious to my prayer, No bird of air, no dove of swiftest wing,
Goddess divine ! my guardian power, declare, That bears ambrosia to th' etherial king,
Is the foul fiend froin hunan vengeance freed? Shuns the dire rocks : in vain she cuts the skies, Or, if I rise in arms, can Scylla bleed ?" The dire rocks meet, and crush her as she flies; “ Then she : • O worn by toils, o broke in Not the fleet bark, when prosperous breezes play, fight, Ploughs o'er that roaring surge its desperate way; Still are new toils and war thy dire delight? D'erwhelm'd it sinks: while round a smoke expires, Will martial flames for ever fire thy mind, And the waves flashing seem to burn with fires. And never, never be to Heaven resigu'd ? Scarve the fam'à Argo pass'd these raging floods, How vain thy efforts to avenge the wrong? The sacred Argo, fill'd with demigods !
Deathless the pest! impenetrably strong! Er'n she had sunk, but Jove's imperial bride Furious and fell, tremendous to behold ! Wing'd her feet sail, and push'd her o'er the tide. Ev'n with a look she withers all the bold !
She mocks the weak attempts of human might; . Circe.
Oh fly her rage! tby conquest is thy flight
If but to seize thy arms thou make delay,
“Oh stay, O pride of Greece ! Ulysses, stay! Again the fury vindicates her prey,
Oh cease thy course, and listen to our lay! Her six mouths yawn, and six are snatch'd away, Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear, From her foul womb Cratæis gave to air
The song instructs the soul, and charms the ear. This dreadful pest! To her direct thy prayer, Approach! thy soul shall into raptures rise; To curb the monster in her dire abodes,
Approach! and learn new wisdom from the wise ! And guard thee through the tumult of the floods. We know whate'er the kings of mighty name Thence to Trinacria's shore you bend your way, Achier'd at llion in the field of fame; Where graze thy herds, illustrious source of day! Whate'er beneath the Sun's bright journey lies, Seven herds, seven flocks, enrich the sacred plains; Oh stay and learn new wisdom from the wise !! Each herd, each flock, full fifty heads contains : “Thus the sweet charmers warbled o'er the main; The wondrous kind a length of age survey, My soul takes wing to meet the heavenly strain ; By breed increase not, nor by death decay, I give the sign, and struggle to be free; Two sister goddesses possess the plain,
Swift row my mates, and shoot along the sea ; The constant guardians of the woolly train ; New chains they add, and rapid urge the way, Lampetie fair, and Phaëthusa young,
Till, dying off, the distant sounds decay: From Phoebus and the bright Neæra sprung: Then, scudding swiftly from the dangerous ground, Here, watchful o'er the flocks, in shady bowers The deafen'd ear unlock'd, the chains unbound. And flowery meads they waste the joyous hours. “Now all at once tremendous scenes unfold ; Rob not the god! and so propitious gales
Thunder'd the deeps, the smoking billows rolld! Attend thy voyage, and impel thy sails;
Tumultuous waves embroil'd the bellowing flood, But if thy impious hands the flocks destroy, All trembling, deafen'd, and aghast we stood ! The gods, the gods avenge it, and ye die ! No more the vessel plough'd the dreadful wave, "Tis thine alone (thy friends and navy lost) Fear seiz'd the mighty, and unnerv'd the brave; Through tedious toils to view thy native coast.' Fach dropp'd his oar: but swift from man to man
“She ceas'd : and now arose the inorning ray; With looks serene I turn'd, and thus began: Swift to her dome the goddess held her way. "O friends! Oh often tried in adverse storms ! Then to my mates I measur'd back the plain, With ills familiar in more dreadful forms! Climb'd the tall bark, and rush'd into the main ; Deep in the dire Cyclopean den you lay, Then bending to the stroke, their oars they drew Yet safe return'd-Ulysses led the way. To their broad breasts, and swift the galley flew. Learn courage hence ! and in my care confide: Up-sprung a brisker breeze; with freshening Lo! still the same Ulysses is your guide ! gales,
Attend my words ! your oars incessant ply ; The friendly goddess stretch'd the swelling sails ; Strain every nerve, and bid the vessel fy. We drop our oars ; at ease the pilot guides; If from yon justling rocks and wavy war The vessel light along the level glides.
Jove safety grants; he grants it to your care. When, rising sad and slow, with pensive look, And thou whose guiding hand directs our way, Thus to the melancholy train I spoke :
Pilot, attentive listen and obey ! “ O friends, Oh ever partners of my woes, Bear wide thy course, nor plough those angry Attend while I what Heaven foredooms disclose, Hear all ! fate hangs o'er all! on you it lies Where rolls yon smoke, yon tumbling ocean rares; To live, or perish ! to be safe, be wise !
Steer by the higher rock; lest whirld around • • In flowery meads the sportive Sirens play, We sink, beneath the circling eddy drown'd.' Touch the soft lyre, and tune the vocal lay; “While yet I speak, at once their oars they seize, Me, me alone, with fetters firmly bound,
Stretch to the stroke, and brush the working seas. The gods allow to hear the dangerous sound. Cautious the name of Scylla I supprest; Hear and obey: if freedom 1 demand,'
That dreadful sound had cbill'd the boldest breast. Be every fetter strain'd, and added band to band.' Meantime, forgetful of the voice divine,
“While yet I speak, the winged galley flies, All dreadful bright my limbs in armour shine; And, lo! the Siren shores like mists arise. High on the deck I take my dangerous stand, Sunk were at once the winds; the air above, Two glittering javelins lighten in my hand; And waves below, at once forgot to move ! Prepard to whirl the whizzing spear I stay, Some demon calm'd the air, and smooth'd the deep, Till the fell fiend arise to seize her prey. Hush'd the loud winds, and charm'd the waves Around the dungeon, studious to behold Now every sail we farl, each oar we plg ; (to sleep. The hideous pest! my labouring eyes I roll'd; Lash'al by the stroke, the frothy waters fly. In vain! the dismal dungeon dark as night The ductile wax with busy hands I mould,
Veils the dire monster, and confounds the sight. And cleft in fragments, and the fragments rollid : “ Now through the rocks, appall'd with deep Th’ aërial region now grew warm with day,
dismay, The wax dissolv'd beneath the burning ray! We bend our course, and stem the desperate way; Then every ear I barr'd against the strain,
Dire Scylla there a scene of borrour forms, And from access of phrenzy lock'd the brain. And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. Now round the mast my mates the fetters rollid, When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves And bound me limb by limb, with fold on fold. The rough rock roars; tumultuous boil the waves; Then, bending to the stroke, the active train They toss, they foam, a wild confusion raise, Plunge all at opce their oars, and cleave the main. Like waters bubbling o'er the fiery blaze;
“ While to the sbore the rapid vessel dies, Eternal mists obscure th' aërial plain, Our swift approach the Siren quire descries; And high above the rock she spouts the main ! Celestial music warbles from their tongue,
When in her gulphs the rushing sea subsides, And thus the sweet deluders tune the song: She drains the ocean with the refuent tides:
The rock rebellows with a thundering sound ; Content an innocent repast display, Deep, wondrous deep below, appears the ground. By Circe given and fy the dangerous prey.' "Struck with despair, with trembling hearts we “ Thus I: and while to shore the vessel flies, view'd
With hands uplifted they attest the skies; The yawning dungeon, and the tumbling flood; Then, where a fountain's gurgling waters play, When, lo! fierce Scylla stoop'd to seize her prey, They rush to land, and end in feasts the day: Stretch'd her dire jaws, and swept six men away ; They feed ; they quaff; and now (their hunger fed) Chiefs of renown! loud-echoing shrieks arise : Sigh for their friends devour'd, and mourn the dead, I turn and view them quivering in the skies ; Nor cease the tears, till each in slumber shares They call, and aid with out-stretch'd armsimplore: A sweet forgetfulness of human cares. In vain they call; those arms are stretch'd no “ Now far the night advanc'd her gloomy reign, more.
And setting stars rolld down the azure plain : As, from some rock that over-hangs the flood, Wlen, at the voice of Jove, wild whirlwinds rise, The silent fisher calls th' insidious food,
And clouds and double darkness' veil the skies ; With fraudful care he waits the finny prize, The Moon, the stars, the bright etherial host And sudden lifts it quivering to the skies :
Seem as extinct, and all their splendours lost; So the fout monster lifts her prey on high,
The furious tempest roars with dreadful sound: So pant the wretches, struggling in the sky; Air thunders, rolls the ocean, groans the ground. In the wide dungeon she devours her food,
All night it rag'd: when morning rose, to land And the flesh trembles while she churns the blood. We haul'd our bark, and moor'd it on the strand, Worn as I am with griefs, with care decay'd; Where in a beauteous grotto's cool recess Never, I never, scene so dire survey'd ;
Dance the green Nereids of the neighbouring seas, My shivering blood, congeald, forgot to flow; “ There while the wild winds whistled o'er the Aghast I stood a monument of woe!
Thus careful I addrest the listening train : [main, “ Now from the rocks the rapid vessel flies, O friends, be wise, nor dare the flocks destroy And the hoarse din like distant thunder dies; Of these fair pastures : if ye touch, ye die! To Sol's bright isle our voyage we pursue, Warn’d by the high command of Heaven, be aw'd, And now the glittering mountains rise to view. Holy the flocks, and dreadful is the god! There sacred to the radiant god of day,
That god who spreads the radiant beams of light, Graze the fair herds, the flocks promiscuous stray ; | And views wide Earth and Heaven's unmeasur'd Then suddenly was heard along the main
height.' To low tlie ox, to bleat the woolly train,
“And now the Moon had run her monthly round, Straight to my anxious thoughts the sound convey's The south-east blustering with a dreadful sound; The words of Circe and the Theban sbade;
Unhurt the beeves, untouch'd the woolly train Warn’d by their awful voice these shores to shun, Low through the grove, or range the flowery plain : With cautious fears opprest, I thus begun : Then fail'd our food ; then fish we make our prey,
"• O friends! Oh ever exercis'd in care ! Or fowl that screaming hunt the watery way. Hear Heaven's commands, and reverence wbat ye Till now, froin sea or food no succour found, hear!
Famine and meagre want besieg'd us round. To Ay these shores the prescient Theban shade Pensive and pale from grove to grove I stray'd, And Circe warns ! O be their voice obey'd : From the loud storms to find a sylvan shade; Some mighty woe relentless Heaven forebodes : There o'er my hands the living wave I pour; Fly the dire regions, and revere the gods !'
And Heaven and Heaven's immortal thrones adore, " While yet I spoke, a sudrian sorrow ran To calm the roarings of the stormy main, Through every breast, and spread from man to And grant me peaceful to my realms again. Till wrathful thus Eurylochus began : (man, Then o'er my eyes the gods soft slumber shed,
"" O cruel thou! some fury sure has steel'd While thus Eurylochus arising said : That stubborn soul, by toil untaught to yield ! ' O friends! a thousand ways frail mortals lead From sleep debarr'd, we sink from woes to woes : To the cold tomb, and dreadful all to tread; And cruel en viest thou a short repose ?
But dreadful most, when by a slow decay Still must we restless rove, new seas explore, Pale hunger wastes the inanly strength away. The Sun descending, and so near the shore? Why cease ye then t'implore the powers above, And, lo the night begins her gloomy reign, And offer hecatombs to thundering Jove? And doubles all the terrours of the main.
Why seize ye not yon beeves, and fleecy prey? Oft in the dead of night loud winds arise,
Arise unanimous; arise and slay! Lash the wild surge, and bluster in the skies ; And, if the gods ordain a safe return, Oh! should the fierce south-west his rage display, To Phæbus shrines shall rise, and altars burn. And toss with rising storms the watery way,' But, should the powers that o'er mankind preside. Thougb gods descend from Heaven's aërial plain Decree to plunge us in the whelming tide, To lend us aid, the gods descend in vain :
Better to rush at once to shades below, Then while the night displays her awful sharle, Than linger life away, and nourish woe!' Spect time of sluinber! be the night obey'd !
« Thus he: the beeves around securely stray, Haste ye to land! and when the morning ray When swift to ruin they invade the prey; Sheds ber bright beam, pursne the destin'd way.' They seize, they kill! - but for the rite divine, A sudden joy in cvery bosom rose :
The barley fail'd, and for libations wine. So will'd some demon, minister of woes!
Swift from the oak they strip the shady pride; “To whoin with grief-—'Oh! swift to be undone, and verdant leaves the flowery cake supplyr. Constrain'd I act what wisdom bids me shun.
" With prayer they now address the etherial But yonder herds an: von.ler focks forbear;
train, Allest the Heavens, and call the gods to hear :: Slay the selected beeves, and lay the slain :
The thighs, with fat involv'd, divide with art, Full on the bark it fell; now high, now low : Strew'd o'er with morsels cut from every part. Toss'd and re-toss'd, it reel'd beneath the blow; Water instead of wine, is brought in urns,
At once into the main the crew it shook : And pour'd profanely as the victim burns.
Sulphureous odours rose, and smouldering smoke. The thighs thus offer'd, and the entrails drest, Like fowl that haunt the floods, they sink, they rise, 'They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast. Now lost, now seen, with shrieks and dreadful cries;
“ Twas then soft slumber fled my troubled brain; And strive to gain the bark; but Jove denies. Back to the bark I speed along the main.
Firm at the helm I stand, wben fierce the main When, lo! an odour from the feast exhales, Rush'd with dire noise, and dash'd the sides in Spreads o'er the coast, and scents the tainted gales, Again impetuous drove the furious blast, · [twain A chilly fear congeal'd my vital blood,
Snapt the strong helm, and bore to sea the mast. And thus obtesting Heaven I mourn'd aloud : Firm to the mast with cords the helm I bind,
"• O sire of men and gods, immortal Jove! And ride aloft, to providence resign'd, Oh, all ye blissful powers that reign above ! Through tumbling billows, and a war of wind. Why were my cares beguil'd in short repose ? “ Now sunk the west, and now a southern O fatal slumber paid with lasting woes !
breeze, A deed so dreadful all the gods alarms,
More dreadful than the tempest, lash'd the seas; Vengeance is on the wing, and Heaven in arms!' For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves,
“ Meantime Lampetie mounts th' aërial way, And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves. And kindles into rage the god of day:
All night I drove; and at the dawn of day, " • Vengeance, ye powers,' (he cries)' and thou Fast by the rocks, beheld the desperate way: whose hand
Just when the sea within her gulfs subsides, Aims the red bolt, and hurls the writhen brand! And in the roaring whirlpools rush the tides, Slain are those herds which I with pride survey, Swift from the float I vaulted with a bound, When through the ports of Heaven 1 pour the day, The lofty fig-tree seiz'd, and clung around. Or deep in ocean plunge the burning ray.
So to the beam the bat tenacious clings, Vengeance, ye gods ! or I the skies forego, And pendent round it clasps his leathern wings. And bear the lamp of Heaven to shades below.' High in the air the tree its boughs display'd,
“ To whom the thundering power : ' O source And o'er the dungeon cast a dreadful shade, Whose radiant lamp adorns the azure way, (of day! All unsustain'd between the wave and sky, Still may thy beams through Heaven's bright por- Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly, tals rise,
What time the judge forsakes the noisy bar
To take repast, and stills the wordy war;
“ To fair Calypso, from the bright abodes, Swift from the tree, the floating mast to gain,
Once more undaunted on the ruin rode, claims,
And oard with labouring arms along the food. My wrath is kindled, and my soul in flames. Unseen I pass'd by Scylla's dire abodes : In vain! I view perform’d the direful deed, So Jove decreed (dread sire of men and gods)! Beeves, slain by heaps, along the ocean bleed. Then nine long days I plough the calmer seas, “ Now Heaven gave signs of wrath; along the Heav'd by the surge, and watted by the breeze, ground
Weary and wet th'Ogygian shores I gain, Crept the raw hides, and with a bellowing sound When the tenth Sun descended to the main. Roar'd the dead limbs; the burning entrails groan'd. There, in Calypso's ever-fragrant bowers, Six guilty days my wretched mates employ Refresh'd I lay, and joy beguild the hours. In impious feasting, and unballow'd joy;
“My following fates to thee, O king, are knom, The seventh arose, and now the sire of gods And the bright partner of thy royal throne. Rein'd the rough storms, and calm’d the tossing Enough : in misery can words avail ? floods :
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale?»
THE ARRIVAL OF ULYSSES IN ITHACA. The mast gives way, and, crackling as it bends, Tears up the deck; then all at once descends; ULYSSES takes his leave of Alcinous and Arete, and The pilot by the tumbling ruin slain,
embarks in the evening. Next morning the ship Dash'd from the helm, falls headlong in the main. arrives at Ithaca, where the sailors, as Ulysses Then Jove in anger bids his thunders roll,
is yet sleeping, lay him on the shore with all his And forky lightnings flash from pole to pole. treasures. On their return, Neptune changes Fierce at our heads his deadly bolt he aims,
their ship into a rock. In the mean time Ulysses, Red with uncommon wrath, and wrapt in flames : awaking, knows not his native Ithaca, by reason