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To thee, as to some god, I'll temples raise, And Polyphides on whom Phæbus shone
He said ; and, bending o'er his chariot, flung In Hyperesia's groves he made abode, Athwart the fiery steeds the smarting thong ; And taught mankind the counsels of the god. The bounding shafts upon the harness play, Prom himn sprung Theoclymenus, who found Till night descending intercepts the way.
(The sacred wine yet foaining on the ground) To Diocles, at Pheræ, they repair,
Telemachus : whom, as to Heaven he press'd Whose boasted sire was sacred Alpheus' heir ; His ardent vows, the stranger thus address'd: With him all night the youthful strangers stay'd, O thou ! that dost thy happy course prepare Nor found the hospitable rites unpay'd.
With pure libations, and with solemn prayer ; But soon as Morning from her orient bed
By that dread power to whom thy vows are paid ; Had ting'd the mountains with her earliest red, By all the lives of these ; thy own dear bead, They join'd the steeds, and on the chariot sprung ; Declare sincerely to no foe's demand The brazen portals in their passage rung:
Thy name, thy lineage, and paternal land.” To Pylos soon they came; when thus begun “ Prepare then," said 'Telemachus, “ to know To Nestor's heir Ulysses' godlike son :
A tale from falsehood free, not free from woe. " Let not Pisistratus in vain be prest,
From Ithaca, of royal birth, I came,
Was once my sire: though now for ever lost, In toils his equal, and in years the same.
In Stygian gloom he glides a pensive ghost ! No farther from our vessel, I implore,
Whose fate inquiring through the world we rove;
The hero paus'd, and ponder'd this request, Of my own tribe an Argive wretch I slew;
Receive the suppliant ! spare my destin'd blood !" With speed begone !” said he ; " call every mate, Stranger," replied the prince, “securely rest Ere yet to Nestor I the tale relate;
Affianc'd in our faith; henceforth our guest.” "Tis true, the fervour of his generous heart Thus affable, Ulysses' godlike heir Brooks no repulse, nor could'st thou soon depart; 'Takes from the stranger's hand the glittering speas: Himself will seek thet here, nor wilt thou find, He climbs the ship, ascends the stem with haste, la word alone, the Pylian monarch kind.
And by his side the guest accepted plac'd. But when, arriv'd, he thy return shall know, The chief his orders gives : th' obedient band How will his breast with honest fury glow !" With due observance wait the chief's command; This said, the sounding strokes his horses fire, With speed the mast they rear, with speed unbind And soon he reach'd the palace of his sire.
The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind. “Now," (cried Telemachus) “ with speedy care Minerva calls; the ready gales obey Hoist every sail, and every oar prepare.
With rapid speed to whirl them o'er the see. Swift as the word his willing mates obey,
Crunus they pass'd, next Chalchis roll'd away. And seize their seats, impatient for the sea.” When thickening darkness clos'd the doubtful day;
Meantiine the prince with sacrifice adores The silver Phæa's glittering rills they lost,
And skimm'd along by Elis' sacred coast.
Sate in the cottage, at their rural feast : Till, urg'd by wrongs, a foreign realm he chose, The banquet past, and satiate every man, Far from the hateful cause of all his woes.
To try his host, Ulysses thus began: Neleus his treasures one long year detains ;
" Yet one night more, my friends, indulge you" As long, he groan'd in Philacus's chains :
The last 1 purpose in your walls to rest : (guest; Meantime, what anguish, and what rage, combin'd, To morrow for myself I must provide, For lovely Pero rack'd his labouring mind! And only ask your counsel, and a guide: Yet 'scap'd he death; and vengeful of his wrong
Patient to roam the street, by hunger led, To Pylos drove the lowing herds along :
And bless the friendly hand that gives me bread. Then (Neleus vanquish'd, and consign'd the fair There in Ulysses' roof I may relate To bias' arms) he sought a foreign air ;
Ulysses' wanderings to his royal mate; Argos The rich for his retreat he chose,
Or, mingling with the suitors' haughty train, There form'd bis empire ; there his palace rose. Not undeserving some support obtain. From him Antiphates and Mantius caune:
Hermes to me his various gifts imparts, The first begot Diclus great in fame,
Patron of industry and manual arts : And he Amphiaraus, immortal name!
Few can with me in dextrous works contend, The people's saviour, and divinely wisc,
The pyre to build, the stubborn oak to rend; Beloved by Jove, and him who gilds the skies, To turn the tasteful viand o'er the flame; Yet short his date of life! by female pride he dies. Or foam the goblet with a purple stream. Prorn Mantjus Clitus, whom Aurora's love Such are the tasks of men of mean estate, Spatch'd for his beauty to the thrones above: Whom fortune dooms to serve the rich and great." “ Alas !” (Eumæus with a sigh rejoin'd) Thy wkole sad story, from its first, declare : “ How sprung a thought so monstrous in thy mind! Sunk the fair city by the rage of war, If on that godless race thou would'st attend, Where once thy parents dwelt? or did they keep, Fate owes thee sure a miserable end !
In humbler life, the lowing herds and sheep? Their wrongs and blasphemies ascend the sky, So left perhaps to tend the fleecy train, And pull descending vengeance from on high. Rude pirates seiz'd, and shipp'd thee o'er the main ? Not such, my friend, the servants of their feast; Doom'd a fair prize to grace some prince's board, A blooming train in rich embroidery drest, The worthy purchase of a foreign lord.” With Earth's whole tribute the bright table bends, “ If then my fortunes can delight my friend, And smiling round celestial youth attends. A story fruitful of events attend : Stay then: no eye askance beholds thee here: Another's sorrows may thy ear enjoy, Sweet is thy converse to each social ear;
And wine the lengthen'd intervals employ: Well pleas'd, and pleasing, in our cottage rest, Long nights the now declining year bestows; Till good Telemachus accepts his guest
A part we consecrate to soft repose, With genial gifts, and change of fair attires, A part in pleasing talk we entertain; And safe conveys thee where thy spul desires.'' For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
To him the man of woes: “O gracious Jove! Let those, whom sleep invites, the call obey, Reward this stranger's hospitable love!
Their cares resuming with the dawning day : Who knows the son of sorrow to relieve,
Here let us feast, and to the feast be join'd Cheers the sad heart, nor lets affliction grieve. Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind; Of all the ills unhappy mortals know,
Review the series of our lives, and taste A life of wanderings is the greatest woe:
The melancholy joy of evils past : On all their weary paths wait care and pain, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know; And pine and penury, a meagre train.
And pleas'd remembrance builds delight on woc, To such a man since harbour you afford,
“ Aboye Ortygia lies an isle of fame, Relate the farther fortunes of your lord;
Far hence remote, and Syria is the name What cares his mother's tender breast engage, (There curious eyes inscrib'd with wonder trace And sire forsaken on the verge of age;
The Sun's diurnal, and his annual race); Beneath the Sun prolong they yet their breath, Not large, but fruitful; stor'd with grass, to keep Or range the house of darkness and of death ?» The bellowing oxen, and the bleating sheep; To whom the swain: “ Attend what you inquire ; Her sloping hills the mantling vinęs adorn, Laertes lives, the miserable sire
And her sich valleys wave with golden corn. Lives, but implores of every power to lay
No want, no famine, the glad natives know, The burden down, and wishes for the day.
Nor sink by sickness to the shades below; Torn from his offspring in the eve of life,
But when a length of years unnerves the strong, Torn from th' embraces of his tender wife,
Apollo comes, and Cynthia comes along. Sole, and all comfortless, he wastes away
They bend the silver bow with tender skill, Old age, untimely posting ere his day.
And, void of pain, the silent arrows kill. She too, sad mother! for Ulysses lost
Two equal tribes this fertile land divide, Pin'd out her bloom, and vanish'd to a ghost. Where two fair cities rise with equal pride. (So dire a fate, ye righteous gods ! avert,
But both in constant peace one prince obey, From every friendly, every feeling heart!) And Ctesius there, my father, holds the sway. While yet she was, though clouded o'er with grief, Freighted, it seems, with toys of every sort Her pleasing converse minister'd relief:
A ship of Sidon anchor'd in our port;
Skill'd in rich works, a woman of their land :
This nymph, where anchor'd the Phænician train Crept on from childhood into youthful prime, To wash her robes descending to the main, To Samos' isle she sent the wedded fair;
A smooth-tongued sailor won her to his mind Me to the fields, to tend the rural care ;
(For love deceives the best of woman-kind). Array'd in garments her own hands had wove, A sudden trust from sudden liking grew; Nor less the darling object of her love.
She told her name, her race, and all she knew, Her hapless death my brighter days o'ercast, • I too' (she cried) from glorious Sidon came, Yet Providence deserts me not at last;
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame; My present labours food and drink procure, But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place, And more, the pleasure to relieve the poor. The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.' Small is the comfort from the queen to hear
“ " Haste then," (the false designing youth re. Unwelcome news, or vex the royal ear;
ply'd) Blank and discountenanc'd the servants stand, ' Haste to thy country; love shall be thy guide ; Nor dare to question where the proud command : Haste to thy father's house, thy father's breast, No profit springs beneath usurping powers; For still he lives, and lives with riches blest.' Want feeds not there, where luxury devours, “Swear first,' she cried, 'ye sailors ! to restore Nor harbours charity where riot reigns:
A wretch in safety to her native shore.' Proud are the lords, and wretched are the swains." Swift as she ask'd, the ready sailors swore.
The suffering chief at this began to melt; She then proceeds: “Now let our compact made And, " O Eumæus ! thou” (he cries) “ hast felt Be nor by signal nor by word betray'd, The spite of Fortune too! her cruel hand
Nor near me any of your crew descried Snatch'd thee an infant from thy native land ! By road frequented, nor by fountain side. Snatch'd from thy parents' arms, thy parents' eyes, Be silence still our guard. The monarch's spies To early wants ! a man of miseries!
(For watchful age is ready to surmise)
Are still at hand; and this, reveal'd, must be No other roof a stranger should receive,
But in my absence riot fills the place,
Nor bears the modest queen a stranger's face; Then gold and costly treasures will I bring, From noiseful revel far remote she thies, And more, the infant offspring of the king. But rarely seen, or seen with weeping eyes. Him, child-like wandering forth, I'll lead away, No-let Eurymachus receive my guest, (A noble prize!) and to your ship convey.' Of nature courteous, and by far the best ;
“ Thus spoke the dame, and homeward took the He wooes the queen with more respectful flame, A year they traffic, and their vessel load, (road. And emulates her former husband's fame : Their stores complete, and ready now to weigh, With what success, 'tis Jove's alone to know, A spy was sent their summons to convey:
And the hop'd nuptials turn to joy or woe.” An artist to my father's palace came,
Thus speaking, on the right up-soar'd in air With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame : The hawk, Apollo's swift-wing'd messenger ; Each female eye the glittering links employ, His deathful pounces tore a trembling dove; They turn, review, and cheapen every toy. The clotted feathers, scatter'd from above, He took the occasion, as they stood intent, Between the hero and the vessel pour Gave her the sign, and to his vessel went.
Thick plumage, mingled with a sanguine shower. She straight pursued, and seiz'd my willing arm;. Th’ observing augur took the prince aside, I followed smiling, innocent of harm.
Seiz'd by the hand, and thus prophetic cried : Three golden goblets in the porch she found “ Yon bird that dexter cuts th' aërial road, (The guests not enter'd, but the table crown'd); Rose ominous, nor flies without a god : Hid in her fraudful bosom, these she bore : No race but thine shall Ithaca obey, Now set the Sun, and darkened all the shore. To thine, for ages, Heaven decrees the sway.” Arriving then, where tilting on the tides
“ Succeed the omen, gods !” (the youth rejoin'd) Prepard to lanch the freighted vessel rides; Soon shall my bounties speak a grateful mind, Aboard they heave us, mount their decks, and And soon each envied happiness attend With level oar along the glassy deep. (sweep The man, who calls Telemachus his friend." Six calmy days and six smooth nights we sail, Then to Peiræus—". Thou whom time has prov'd And constant Jore supplied the gentle gale. A faithful servant, by thy prince belov'd ! The seventh, the fraudful wretch, (no cause de- Till we returning shall our guest demand, Touch'd by Diana's vengeful arrow, died. [scricd) Accept this charge with honour at our hand.” Down dropp'd the caitiff-corse, a worthless load, To this Peiræus : “ Joyful I obey, Down to the deep; there roll'd, the future food Well pleas'd the hospitable rites to pay, Of fierce sea-wolves, and monsters of the food. The presence of thy guest shall best reward An helpless infant, I remain'd behind ;
(If long thy stay) the absence of my lord.” Thence borne to Ithaca by wave and wind;
With that their auchors he commands to weigh, Sold to Laertes, by divine command,
Mount the tall bark, and lanch into the sea. And now adopted to a foreign land.”
All with obedient haste forsake the shores, To him the king: “Reciting thus thy cares, And, plac'd in order, spread their equal oars. My secret soul in all thy sorrows shares :
Then from the deck the prince his sandals takes ; But one choice blessing (such is Jove's high will) Pois'd in his hand the pointed javelin shakes. Has sweeten'd all thy bitter draught of ill : They part ; while, lessening from the hero's view, Torn from thy country to no hapless end,
Swift to the town the well-row'd galley flew : The gods have, in a master, given a friend. The hero trod the margin of the main, Whatever frugal Nature needs is thine,
And reach'd the mansion of his faithful swain.
TIIE DISCOVERY OP ULYSSES TO TELEMACHUS. In grateful banquet o'er the rosy wine.
TELEMACHUS arriving at the lodge of Famæus sends When thus the prince: “ Now each his course I to tbe fields, and to the city you, [pursue ;
him to carry Penelope the news of his return. Long absent hence, I dedicate this day
Minerva appearing to Ulysses commands him
to discover himself to his son. The princes, My swains to visit, and the works survey.
who had lain in ambush to intercept Telemachus Expeet me with the morn, to pay the skies
in his way, their project being defeated, return Our debt of safe return, in feast and sacrifice."
to Ithaca. Then Theoclymenus: “ But who shall lend, Meantime, protection to thy stranger-friend? Straight to the queen and palace shall I Ay, Soon as the morning blush'd along the plains, Or, yet more distant, to some lord apply dis Ulysses and the monarch of the swains
The prince return'd: “ Renown'd in days of yore Awake the sleeping fires, their meal prepare, Has stood our father's hospitable door ;
And forth to pasture send the bristly care.
The prince's near approach the dogs descry, Perhaps she weds regardless of her fame,
“Some well-known friend, Eumæus, bends this Sandals, a sword, and robes, respect to prove, His steps I hear; the dogs familiar play." (way; And safe to sail with ornaments of love.
While yet he spoke, the prince advancing drew Till then, thy guest amid the rural train,
'Tis mine with food the hungry to supply,
I must behold it, and can only grieve.
“ And is it thou ! my ever-dear delight! " Since audience mild is deign’d, permit my Ob, art thou come to bless my longing sight!
The prince replied : “ Eumæus, lubey; Or priests in fabled oracles advise ?
Tum'd mean deserters in the needful hour?
Thus he: and thus the monarch of the swains : Or that these wither'd nerves like thine were strung:
Or, Heavens! might be return! (and soon appear
He shall, I trust: a hero scorns despair!) In tedious cares, and weeps the night away." Might he return, I yield my life a prey He ended; and (receiving as they pass
To my worst foe, if that avenging day The javelin, pointed with a star of brass)
Be not their last : but should I lose my life They reach'd tre dome; the dome with marble Oppress'd by numbers in the glorious strife, His seat Ulysses to the prince resign'd. (shin'd. I choose the nobler part, and yield my breath, “Not so'-(exclaim'd the prince with decent grace) Rather than bear dishonour, worse than death; “ For me, this house shall find an humbler place : Than see the band of violence invade T' usurp the honours due to silver hairs
The reverend stranger, and the spotless maid ;
Thus he, with anger flashing from his eye ;
Nor are my brothers who should aid my power
Ah me! I boast no brother ; Heaven's dread king
Alone Laertes reign'd Arcesius' heir,
An unblest offspring of a sire unblest !
The swain returns : “ A tale of sorrows hear: Sends forth her peers, and every peer a foe :
l'he court proud Samos and Dulichium fills.
Seems half to yield, yet flies the bridal hour!
“ Hard task," he cries, “thy virtue gives thy Ev'n now they envy me the vital air :
“ But go, Kumæus! to the queen impart
And here at least I way in peace repose.
To whom the swain : “ I hear, and I obey : Tears bathe his cheek, and tears the ground be. But old Laertes weeps his life away,
dew : And deems thee lost: shall I my speed employ He strain'd him close, as to his breast he grew. To bless his age ; a messenger of joy?
“ Ab me!" (exclaims the prince with fond desire) The mournful hour that tore his son away
" Thou artano, thou can'st not be my sire. Sent the sad sire in solitude to stray ;
Heaven such illusion only can impose, Yet, busied with his slaves, to ease his woe, By the false joy to aggravate my woes. He dress'd the vine, and bade the garden blow, Who but a god can change the general doom, Nor food nor wine refus'd: but since the day And give to wither'd age a youthful bloom? That you to Pylos plough'd the watery way, Late, worn with years, in weeds obscene you Nor wine nor food he tastes; but sunk in woes,
trod; Wild springs the vine, no more the garden blows : Now, cloth'd in majesty, you move a god !” Shut from the walks of men to pleasure lost,
“ Forbear," he cry'd; “for Heaven reserve that Pensive and pale he wanders, half a ghost." Give to thy father, but a father's claim: [name, “ Wretched old man !” (with tears the prince Other Ulysses shalt thou never see, returns)
I am Ulysses, I (my son) am he. " Yet cease to go-what man so blest but mourns? | Twice ten sad years o'er earth and ocean tost, Were every wish indulg'd by favouring skies, "Tis given at length to view my native coast. This hour should give Ulysses to my eyes.
Pallas, unconquer'd maid, my frame surrounde But to the queen with speed dispatchful bear With grace divine ; her power admits no bounds : Our safe return, and back with speed repair : She o'er my limbs old age and wrinkles shed ; And let same handmaid of her train resort
Now, strong as youth, magnificent I tread. To good Laertes in his rural court.”
The gods with ease frail man depress or raise, While yet he spoke, impatient of delay, Exalt the lowly, or the proud Jebase." (flew, He brac'd his sandals on, and strode away :
He spoke, and sate. The prince with transport Then from the Heavens the martial goddess flies Hung round his neck, while tears bis cheek bedew : Through the wide fields of air, and cleaves the skies; Nor less the father pour'd a social flood ! In form a virgin in soft beauty's bloom,
They wept abundant, and they wept aloud. Skill'd in th' illustrious labours of the loom. As the bold eagle with fierce sorrow stung, Alone to Ithacus she stood display'd,
Or parent vulture, mourns her ravish'd young : But unapparent as a viewless shade
They cry, they scream, their unfledg'd brood a prey Escap'd Telemachus (the powers above,
To some rude churl, and borne by stealth away; Seen or unseen, o'er earth at pleasure move): So they aloud: and tears in tides had run, The dogs intelligent confess the tread
Their grief unfinish'd with the setting Sun : Of power divine; and, bowling, trembling, Aed. But checking the full torrent in its flow, The goddess, beckoning, waves her deathless hands; The prince thus interrupts the solemn woe. Dauntless the king before the goddess stands. " What ship transported thee, O father, say,
“Then why,” (she said, “O favour'd of the skies! And what bless'd hands have oar'd thee on the way?" Why to thy godlike son this long disguise ?
all, all” (Ulysses instant made reply) Stand forth reveald: with him thy cares employ I tell thee all, my child, my only joy ! Against thy foes; be valjant, and destroy!
Phæacians bore me to the port assigo'd, Lo! I descend in that avenging hour,
A nation ever to the stranger kind; To combat by thy side, thy guardian power." Wrapp'd in th' embrace of sleep, the faithful train
She said, and o'er him waves her wand of goid; O'er seas couvey'd me to my native reign ; Imperial robes his manly limbs infold ;
Embroider'd vestures, gold, and brass, are laid At once with grace divine his fame improves : Conceal'd in caverns in the sylvan shade. At once with majesty enlarg'd he moves :
Hither, intent the rival rout to slay, Youth flush'd his reldening cheek, and from his And plan the scene of death, I bend my way: A length of hair in sable ringlets flows; (brows So Pallas wills—but thou, my son, explain His blackening chin receives a deeper shade ; The names and numbers of th' audacious train ; Then from his eyes upspruug the warrior-maid. 'Tis mine to judge if better to employ
The hero re-ascends: the prince o'er aw'd Assistant force, or singly to destroy.” (name, Scarce lifts his eyes, and bows as to a god.
“ O'erearth” (returus the prince)“ resounds thy Then with surprise (surprise chastis'd by fearsj Thy well-tried wisdom, and thy martial fame, “ How art thou chang'd!” (he cry'd) “a god Yet at thy words I start, in wonder lost ; appears!
Can we engage, not decads, but an host? Far other vests thy limbs majestic grace,
Can we alone in furious battle stand, Far other glories ligliten from thy face!
Against that numerous and determind band ? If Heaven be thy abode, with pious care
Hear then their numbers. from Dulichiurn came 10! [the ready sacrifice prepare:
Twice twenty-six, all peers of mighty name, 15! gifts of labour'd gold adorn thy shrine,
Six are their menial train : twice twelve the boast To win thy grace : Oh save us, power divine !" Of Samos; twenty from Zacynthus coast :
“ Pew are my days," Ulysses made reply, And twelve onr country's pride: to these belong « Nor I alas! descendans of the sky.
Medon and Phemius skill'd in heavenly song. I am thy father. Oh my son!
Two sewers from day to day the revels wait, That father, for whose sake thy days have run Exact of taste, and sirve the feast in state. One scene of woe; to endless cares consign'd, With such a foeth' unequal fight to try, Aad outrag'd by the wrongs of base mankind.” Were by false courage unreveng'd to die.
Then rushing to his arms, he kiss'd his boy Then what assistant powers you boast, relate, With the strong raptures of a parent's joy. Ere yet we ningle in the stern debate.”