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of a mist which Pallas had cast round him. He On you be every bliss ; and every day,
breaks into loud lamentations : till the goddess, In horne-felt joys delighted, roll away:
appearing to himn in the form of a shepherd, dis- Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race,
covers the country to him, and points out the May every god enrich with every grace !
particular places.' He then tells a feigned story Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation'stand,
of his adventures, upon which she manifests her. And public evil never touch the land !"
self, and they consult together of the measures His words, well weigh'd, the general voice ap-
to bc taken to destroy the suitors. 'To conceal Benign, and instant his dismission mov'd. (prov'd
his return, and disguise his person the more The monarch to Pontonous gave the sign,
effectually, she changes him into the figure of To fill the goblet high with rosy wine: [plore ;
an old beggar.

“ Great Jove the father first," he cried,
Then send the stranger to liis native shore."

The luscious wine th' obedient herald brưught;
He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear Around the mansion flow'd the purple draught :
His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear. Each from his seat to each immortal pours,
A pause of silence hush'd the shady rooms : 3 Whom glory circles in th' Olympian bowers.
The grateful conference then the king resumes: Ulysses sole with air majestic stands,

Whatever toils the great Ulysses past, The bowl presenting to Arete's hands; Beneath this happy roof they end at last;

Then thus: “ O queen, farewell ! be still possest
No longer now from shore to shore to roam, Of dear remembrance, blessing still and blest !
Smooth seas and gentle winds invite him home. Till age and death shall gently call thee hence,
But hear me, princess! whom these walls enclose, (Sure fate of every mortal excellence!)
To whom my chanter sings, and goblet flows Farewell; and joys successive ever spring
With wines unmix'd (an honour due to age, To thee, to thine, the people, and the king!"
To cheer the grave, and warm the poet's rage) Thus he; then, parting, prints the sandy shore
Though labour'd gold and many a dazzling vest To the fair port: a herald march'd before,
lie heap'd already for our godlike guest ;

Sent by Alcinous; of Arete's train
Without new treasures let bim not remove, Three chosen maids attend him to the main ;
Large, and expressive of the public love:

This does a tunic and white vest convey,
Each peer a tripod, each a vase bestow,

A various casket that, of rich inlay, A general tribute, which the state shall owe." And bread and wine the third. The cheerful mates This sentence pleas'd: then all their steps addrest Safe in the hollow poop dispose the cates : To separate mansions, and retir'd to rest.

Upon the deck soft painted robes they spread, Now did the rosy-finger'd Morn arise,

With linen'cover'd for the hero's bed. And shed her sacred light along the skies.

He climb'd the lofty stern ; then gently prest Down to the haven and the ships in haste

The swelling couch, and lay compos'd to rest. They bore the treasures, and in safety plac'd. Now plac'd in order, the Phæacian train The king himself the vases rang’d with care: Their cables loose, and lanch into the main: Then bade his followers to the feast repair. At once they bend, and strike their equal oars, A victim ox beneath the sacred band

And leave the sinking hills and lessening shores. Of great Alcinous falls, and stains the sand. While on the deck the chief in silence lies, To Jore th' eternal (power above all powers ! And pleasing slumbers steal upon his eyes. Who wings the winds, and darkens Heaven with As fiery coursers in the rapid race showers)

Urg'd by fierce drivers through the dusty space, The flames ascend: till evening they prolong Toss their high heads, and scour along the plain; The rites, more sacred made by heavenly song: So niounts the bounding vessel o'er the main. For in the midst, with public honours grac'd, Back to the stern the parted billows flow, Thy lyre divine, Demodocus! was plac'd;

And the black ocean foams and roars below. All, but Ulysses, heard with fix'd delight :

Thus with sprvad sails the winged galley flies ; He sate, and ey'd the Sun, and wish'š the night; Less swift an eagle cuts the liquid skies ; Slow seem'd the Sun to move, the hours to roll, Divine Ulysses was her sacred load, His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

A man, in wisdom equal to a god! As the tir'd ploughman, spent with stubborn toil, Much danger, long and mighty toils, he bore, Whose oxen long have iorn the furrow'd soil, In storins by sea, and combats on the shore : Sees with delight the Sun's declining ray,

All which soft sleep now banish'd from bis breast, When bome with feeble knees he bends bis way Wrapt in a pleasing, deep, and death-like rest. To late repast (the day's hard labour done); But when the morning star with early ray So to l'lysses welcome set the Sun.

Flam'd in the front of Heaven, and promis'd day; Then instant to Alcinous and the rest

Like distant clouds the mariner descries (The Scherian states) he turn'd, and thus ad- Fair Ithaca's emerging bills arise. drest:

Far from the town a spacious port appears, Othou, the first in merit and command ! Sacred to Phorcys' power, whose name it bears; And you, the peers and princes of the land ! Two craggy rocks projecting to the main, May every joy be yours! nor this the least, The roaring wind's tempestuous rage restrain; When due libation shall have crown'd the feast, Within, the waves in softer murmurs glide, Safe to my home to send your happy guest. And ships secure without their halsers ride, Complete are now the bounties you have given. High at the head a branching olive grows, Be all those bounties but confirm'd by Heaven ! And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady bougha, So may I find, when all my wanderings cease, Beneath, a gloomy grotto's cool recess My consort blameless, and my friends in peace. Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring seas,


Where bowls and urns were form'd of living stone, Thus they, upconscious of the deed divine :
And massy beans in pative marble shone ; Till great Alcinous, rising, own'd the sigu.
On wbich the labours of the nymph were roll'd, “ Behold the long predestio'd day !” be cries;
Their webs divine of purple mix'd with gold. “Oh! certain faith of ancient prophecies !
Within the cave the clustering bets attend These ears have heard my royal sire disclose
Their waxen works, or from the roof depend, A dreadful story, big with future woes ;
Perpetual waters o'er the pavement glide;

How mov'd with wrath, that careless we convey Two marble doors unfold on either side ;

Promiscuous every guest to every bay, Sacred the south, by which the gods descend; Stern Neptune rag d ; and how by his command But mortals er.ter at the northern end.

Firm rooted in the surge a ship should stand Thither they beat, and hauld their ship to land; (A monument of wrath): and mound on mound (The crooked keel divides the yellow sand); Should hide our walls, or whelm beneath the Ulysses sleeping on his couch they bore,

ground. And gently plac'd him on the rocky shore.

“ The Pates have follow'd, as declar'd the seer. His treasures next, Alcinous' gifts, they laid Be humbled, nations ! and your monarch bear, In the wild olive's unfrequented shade,

No more unlicens'd brave the deeps, no more Secure from theft: then lanch'd the bark again, With every stranger pass from shore to shore ; Resum'd their oars, and measurd back the main. On angry Neptune now for mercy call: Nor yet forgot old Ocean's dread supreme To his high name let twelve black oxen fall. The vengeance vow'd for eyeless Polypheme. So may the god reverse his purpos'd will, Before the throne of mighty Jove he stood; Nor o'er our city hang the dreadful hill." And sought the secret counsels of the god :

The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd : “ Shall then no more, O sire of gods, be mine Forth on the sands the victim oxen led: The rights and honours of a power divine ?

The gather'd tribes before the altars stand,
Scorn'd ev'n by man, and (oh! sovere disgrace!) And chiefs and rulers, a majestic band.
By soft Phæacians, my degenerate race!

The king of Ocean all the tribes implore;
Against yon destin'd head in vain I swore,

The blazing altars redden all the shore. And menac'd vengeance, ere he reach'd his shore; Meanwhile Ulysses in his country lay, To reach his natal shore was thy decree ;

Releas d from sleep, and round him might survey Mild I obey'd, for who shall war with thee? The solitary shore and rolling sea. Pehold bim landed, careless and asleep,

Yet had his mind, through tedious absence, lost From all th' eluded dangers of the deep!

The dear remembrance of his native coast; Lo! where he lies, amidst a shining store

Besides, Minerva, to secure her care, Of brass, rich garments, and refulgent ore : Diffus'd around a veil of thicken'd air : And bears triumphant to his pative isle

For so the gods ordaiu'd, to keep unseen A prize more worth than Ilion's poble spoil.” His royal person from his friends and queen;

To whoin the father of th' immortal powers, Till the proud suitors for their crimes afford Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with An ample vengeance to their injur'd lord. showers :

Now all the land another prospect bore, “ Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain ! Another port appear'd, another shore, Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main! And long-continued ways, and winding foods, Rever'd and awful ev'n in Heaven's abodes,

And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown Ancient and great! a god above the gods !

woods. If that low race offend thy power divine,

Pensive and slow, with sudden grief opprest, (Weak, daring creatures ?) is not vengeance tbine ? The king arose, and beat his careful breast, Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise."

Cast a long look o'er all the coast and main, He said : the shaker of the Earth replies :

And sought around, his native realm in vain : “ This then I donm: to fix the gallant ship Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe, A mark of vengeance on the sable deep:

And, as he spoke, the tears began to fow : To warn the thoughtless self-confiding train,

“ Ye gods!” he cry'd, “ upon what barren coast, No more unlicens'd thus to brave the main.

In what new region, is Ulysses tost? Full in their port a shady hill shall rise,

Possess'd by wild barbarians, fierce in arms? If such thy will”—“We will it,” Jove replies : Or men whose bosom tender pity warms “ Even when, with transport blackening all the Where shall this treasure now in safety lie? The swarming people hail their ship to land, (strand, and whither, whither, its sad owner Ry? Fix her for ever, a inemorial stone:

Ah! why did I Alcinous' grace implore? Still let her seem to sail, and seem alone ;

Ah! why forsake Phæacia's happy shore? The trembling crowds shall see the sudden shade Some juster prince, perhaps, had entertain'd, Of whelming mountains overbang their head!" And safe restor'd me to my native land. With that the god, whose earthquakes rock the Is this the promisid, long-expected coast, ground,

And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast? Fierce to Phæacia cross'd the vast profound, O righteous guds ! of all the great, how few Swift as a swallow sweeps the liquid way,

Are just to Heaven, and to their promise true : The winged pinnace shot along the sea.

But he, the power to whose all seeing eyes The god arrests her with a sudden stroke,

'The deeds of men appear without disguise ; And roots her down an everlasting rock.

'Tis his alone t'avenge the wrongs 1 bear: Aghast the Scherians stand in deep surprise ; Por still th' opprest are his peculiar care. All press to speak, all question with their eyes. To count these presents, and from thence to What hands unseen the rapid bark restrain !

prove And yet it swims, or seems to swim, the main ! Their faith, is mine: the rest belongs to Jove."

Then on the sands he rang'd his wealthy store, Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom, The gold, the vests, the tripods, number'd o er: Skill'd in th’illustrious labours of the loom. All these he found, but still in errour lost,

“Oh, still the same Ulysses !” she rejoin'd, Disconsolate he wanders on the coast,

" In useful craft successfully refind ! Sighs for his country, and laments again

Artful in speech, in action, and in mind ! To the deaf rocks, and hoarse resounding main. Suffic'd it not, that, thy long labours past, When, lo! the guardian goddess of the wise, Secure thou seest thy native shore at last ? Celestial Pallas, stood before his eyes;

But this to me? who, like thyself, excel In show a youthful swain, of form divine, In arts of counsel, and dissenıbling well; Who seem'd descended from some princely line. To me, whose wit exceeds the powers divine, A graceful robe her slender body drest,

No less than mortals are surpass'd by thine. Around her shoulders flew the waving vest ; Know'st thou not me? who made thy life my care, Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,

Through ten years' wandering, and through ten And painted sandals on her feet she wore.

years' war: To whom the king : “Whoe'er of human race Who taught thee arts, Alcinous to persuade, Thou art, that wander'st in this desert place! To raise his wonder, and engage his aid: With joy to thee, as to some god, I bend, And now appear thy treasures to protect, To thee my treasures and myself commend. Conceal thy person, thy designs direct, Oh! tell a wretch, in exile doom'd to stray, And tell what more thou must from fate expect. What air I breathe, what country I survey? Domestic woes far heavier to be borne! The fruitful continent's extremest bound,

The pride of fools, and slaves' insulting scorn. Or some fair isle which Neptune's arms surround !” But thou be silent, nor reveal thy state :

“From what fair clime,” said she, "remote from Yield to the force of unresisted fate, Arriv'st thou here a stranger to our name? (fame, And bear uamov'd the wrongs of base mankind, Thou see'st an island, not to those unknown The last, and hardest, conquest of the mind." Whose hills are brighten’d by the rising Sun, “ Goddess of wisdom !” Ithacus replies, Nor those that, plac'd beneath his utmost reign, “He who discerns thee must be truly wise, Behold him sinking in the western main.

So seldom view'd, and ever in disguise ! The ragged soil allows no level space

When the bold Argives led their warring powers, For flying chariots, or the rapid race :

Against proud Iliou's well-defended towers; Yet, not ungrateful to the peasant's pain, Ulysses was thy care, celestial maid ! Soffices fulness to the swelling grain :

Grac'd with thy sight, and favour'd with thy aid. The loaded trees their various fruits produce, But when the 'Trojan piles in ashes lay, And clustering grapes afford a generous juice: And, bound for Greece, we plough'd the watery Woods crown our mountains, and in every grove

way ; The bounding goats and frisking heifers rove : Our fleet dispers'd and driven from coast to coast, Soft rains and kindly dews refresh the field, Thy sacred presence from that hour I lost: And rising springs eternal verdure yield.

Till I beheld thy radiant form once more, Es'n to those shores is Ithaca renown'd,

And heard thy counsels on Phæacia's shore. Where Troy's majestic ruins strow the ground.” But, by th' almighty author of thy race,

At this the chief with transport was possest, Tell me, oh tell! is this my native place? His panting heart exulting in his breast :

For much I fear, long tracts of land and sea Yet, well dissembling bis untimely joys,

Divide this coast from distant Ithaca; And veiling truth in plausible disguise,

The sweet delusion kindly you impose, Thus, with an air sincere, in fiction bold,

To soothe my hopes, and mitigate my woes.” His ready tale th' inventive hero told :

Thus he. The blue-ey'd goddess thus replies : " Oft have I heard in Crete this island's name; “ How prone to doubt, how cautious, are the wise! For 'twas from Crete, my native soil, I came, Who, vers'd in fortune, fear the flattering show, Self-wanish'd thence. I sail'd hefore the wind, And taste not half the bliss the gods bestow. And left my children and my friends behind. The more shall Pallas aid thy just desires, From fierce Idomeneus' revenge I flew,

And guard the wisdom which herself inspires. Whose son, the swift Orsilochus, I slew,

Others, long absent from their native place, (With brutal force he seiz'd my Trojan prey,

Straight seek their home, and fly with eager pace Due to the toils of many a bloody day).

To their wives' arms, and children's dear embrace. Unseen I 'scap'd; and, favour'd by the night, Not thus Ulysses : he decrees to prove In a Phænician vessel took my flight,

His subjects' faith, and queen's suspected love; For Pyle or Elis bound : but tempests tost Who mourn'd her lord twice ten revolving years, And raging billows drove us on your coast.

And wastes the days in grief, the nights in tears. le dead of night an unknown port we gain'd, But Pallas kuew (thy frien:{s and navy lost) Spent with fatigue, and slept secure on land. Once more 'twas given thee to behold thy coast ! But here the rosy morn renew'd the day,

Yet how could I with adverse fate engage, While in th' embrace of pleasing sleep I lay, And mighty Neptune's unrelenting rage? Sudden, invited by auspicious gales,

Now lift thy longing eyes, while I restore They land my goods, and hoist their Aying sails. The pleasing prospect of thy native shore: Abandon'd here, my fortune I deplore,

Behold the port of Phorcys! func'd around A hapless exile on a foreign shore.”

With rocky mountains, and aith olives crown'd. Thus, while he spoke, the blue-ey'd maid began Behold the gloomy grot! whose cool recess With pleasing smiles to view the godlike man: Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring seas : Then chang'd her form: and now, divinely bright, whose now neglected altars in thy reign Jove's beavenly daughter stood coufess'd to sight; Blush'd with the bluod of sheep and oxen slain,

Behold! where Neritus the clouds dirides, For thee he sighs; and to the royal heit
And shakes the waving furests on bis sides." And chaste Penelope extends his carc.

So spakc the goddess; and the prospect clcard, At the Coracian rock he now resides,
The mists dispers'd, and all the coast appear'd. Where Arethusa's sable water glides;
The king with joy confess'd his place of birth, The sable water and the copious mast
And on his knees salutes his mother Earth : Swell

the fat herd; luxuriant, large repast ! Then, with his suppliant hands upheld in air, With him, rest peaceful in the rural cell, Thus to the sea-green sisters sends his prayer: And all you ask bis faithful tongue shall tell.

* All hail! ye virgin-daugliters of the main! Me into other realms my cares convey, Ye streams, beyond my hopes beheld again! To Sparta, still with feinale beauty gay: To you once more your own Clysses bows;

For know, to Sparta thy lov'd offspring came, Attend his transports, and receive his vows ! To learn thy fortunes from the voice of Fame." If Jove prolong my days, and Pallas crown

At this the father, with a father's care: The growing virtues of my youthful son,

“ Must he too suffer? he, O goddess ! bear. To you shall rites divine be ever paid,

Of wanderings and of woes a wretched share ? And grateful offerings on your altars laid."

Thro' the wild ocean plough the dangerous way, Then thus Minerva : “From that anxious breast And leave his fortunes and his house a prey? Dismiss those cares, and leave to Heaven the rest. Why would'st not thou, () all-enlighten'd mind ! Our task be now thy treasur'd stores to saye, Inform him certain, and protect him, kind:” Deep in the close recesses of the cave :

To whoin Minerva : “ Be thy soul at rest;
Then future means consult"--She spoke, and trod And know, whatever Heaven ordains, is best.
The shady grot, that brighten’d with the god. To Fame I sent him, to acquire renown:
The closest caterns of the grot she sought;

To other regions is his virtue known :
'The gold, the brass, the robes, Ulysses brought; Secure he sits, near great Atrid s plac'd ;
These in the secret gloom the chief disposid, With friendships strengthened, and with honours
The entrance with a rock the goddess clos'd.

grac'd. Now, seated in the olive's sacred shade,

But lo! an ambush waits his passage o'er; Confer the hero and the martial maid.

Fierce foes insidious intercept the shore: The goddess of the azure eyes began :

In vain! for sooner all the murtherous brood “ Son of Laertes ! much experienc'd man! This injur'd land shall fatten with their blood." The suitor-train thy earliest care demand,

She spake, then touch'd him with her powerful Of that luxurious race to rid the land :

wand : Three years thy house their lawless rule has seen, The skin shrunk up, and wither'd at her hand : And proud addresses to the matchless queen. A swift old age o'er all his members spread ; But she thy absence mourns from day to day, A sudden frost was sprinkled on his liead; And inly bleeds, and silent wastes away:

Nor longer in the heavy eye-ball shin'd Elusive of the bridal hour, she gives

The glance divine, furth-beaming from the mind.
Fond hopes to all, and all with hopes deceives." His robe, which spots indelible besmcar,
To this Ulysses: “O, celestial maid !

In rags dishonest flutters with the air:
Prais'd be thy counsel, and thy timely aid : A stay's torn bide is lapp'd around his reins;
Else had I seen my native walls in vain,

A rugged staff his trembling hand sustains;
Like great Atrides just restor'd and slain.

And at his side a wretched scrip was hung,
Vouchsafe the means of vengeance to debate, Wide-patch'd, and kuotted to a twisted thong.
And plan with all thy arts the scene of fate. So look'd the chief, so mov'd, to mortal eyes
Then, then be present, and my soul iuspire, Object uncouth ! a man of miseries!
As when we wrapp'd Troy's heaven-built walls in While Pallas, cleaving the wide field of air,

To Sparta flies, Telemachus ber care.
Though leagu'd against me hundred heroes stand,
Hundreds shall fall, if Pallas aid my hand.”

She answer'd: “In the dreadful day of fight
Know, I am with thee, strong in all my might.

If thou but equal to thyself be found,
What gasping numbers then shall press the

What human victims stain the feastful floor!
How wide the pavements float with guilty gore!
It fits thee now to wear a dark disguise,

And gecret walk unknown to mortal eyes.
For this, my hand shall wither every grace,

Ulysses arrives in disguise at the house of Eumæus,
And every elegance of form and face,
O'er thy smooth skin a bark of wrinkles spread,

where he is received, entertained, and lodged, Turn hoar the auburn honours of thy head,

with the utmost hospitality. The several disDisfigure every limb with coarse attire,

courses of that faithful old servant, with the And in thy eyes extinguish all the fire;

feigned story told by Ulysses to conceal himself,

and other conversations on various subjects, Add all the wants and the decays of life; Estrange thee from thy own; thy son, thy wife;

take up this entire book. From the loath'd object every sight shall turn, And the blind suitors their destruction scorn.

Go first the master of thy herds to find, But he, deep musing, o'er the mountains stray'd True to his charge, a loyal swain and kind : Through mazy thickets of the woodland shade,




And cavern'd ways the shaggy coast along, Tar hence is by unequal gods remov'il
With cliffs and nodding forest over-hung.

That man of bounties, loving and belov'd !
Eumæns at his sylvan lodge he sought,

To whom whate'er his slave enjoys is ow'd, A faithful servant, and without a fault.

And more, had fate allow'd, had been bestow'; Ulysses found him busied, as he sate

But fate condemns him to a foreign shore ; Before the threshold of his rustic gate;

Much bave I sorrow'd, but my master inore, round the mansion in a circle shone

Now cold he lies, to death's embrace resign’d: a rural portico of rugged stone

Ah, perish Helen ! perish all her kind ! (In absence of his lord, with honest toil

For whose curs'd cause, in Agamemnon's name, His own industrious hands had rais'd the pile). He trod so fatally the path of fame. The wall was stone from neighbouring quarries “ His vest succinct then girding rund bis Encircled with a fence of native thorn, (borne, waist, Aud strong with pales, by many a weary stroke Forth rush'd the swain with hospitable haste, Os stubborn labour hewn from heart of oak; Straight to the lodgments of his herd he run, Frequent and thick. Within the space were rear'd Where the fat porkers slept beneath the sun; Trelve ample cells, the lodgment of his herd. Of two his cutlass lanch'd the spouting blood ; Full fifty pregnant females each contain'd; These quarter'd, sing'd, and fix'd on forks of The males without (a smaller race) renain'd; All hasty on the hissing coals he threw ; [wood, Doom'd to supply the suitor's wasteful feast,

And smoking back the tasteful viands drew, A block by daily luxury decreas'd !

Broachers and all; then on the board display'd Nox scarce four hundred left. These to defend, The ready meal, before Ulysses laid Four savage dogs, a watchful guard, attend. With flour imbrown'd; next iningled wine yet new, Here sate Eumæns, and his cares apply'd

And luscious as the bees' nectareous dew: To form strong buskins of well-season'd hide. Then sate companion of the friendly feast, Of four assistants who his labour share,

With open look; and thus bespoke his gucst : Three now were absent on the rural care ;

“ Take, with free welcome, what our hands The fourth drove victims to the suitor train :

prepare, Bat he, of ancient faith, a simple swain,

Such food as falis to simple servants' share ; Sigl’d, while he furnish'd the luxurious board, The best our lords consume; those thoughtless And weary'd Heaven with wishes for his lord. Rich without bounty, guilty without fears! (peers,

Soon as Ulysses near the enclosure drew, Yet sure the gods their impious acts detest, With open mouths the furious mastiffs flew : And honour justice and the righteous breast. Down sate the sage, and cautious to withstand, Pirates and conquerors, of harden'd mind, Let fall th' offensive truncheon from his hand. The foes of peace, and scourges of mankind, Sadden, the master runs ; aloud he calls;

To whom offending men are made a prey And from his hasty hand the leather falls ; When Jove in vengeance gives a land away; With showers of stones he drives them far away ; Even these, when of their ill-got spoils possessid, The scattering dogs around at distance bay. Find sure tormentors in the guilty breast :

"Cobappy stranger !” (thus the faithful swain Some voice of god close whispering from within, Began with accent gracious and humane)

· Wretch ! this is villainy, and this is sin.' “What sorrow had been mine, if at my gate But these, no doubt, some oracle explore, Thy rererend age had met a shameful fate! That tells, the great Ulysses is no more. Enough of woes already have I known;

“ Hence springs taeir confidence, and from Enough my mastes's sorrows and my own.

our sighs Wbile here (ungrateful task !) hiş herds I fecd, Their rapine strengthens, and their riots rise : Ordain'd for lawless rioters to bleed;

Constant as Jove the night and day bestows, Perhaps, supported at another's board,

Bleeds a whole hecatomb, a vintage flows. Far from his country roams my hapless lord ! None patch'd this hero's wealth, of all who reign Or sigh'd in exile forth his latest breath,

O'er the fair islands of the neighbouring main. Now cover'd with th' eternal shade of death! Nor all the monarchs whose far-dreaded sway

“But enter this my homely roof, and see The wide extended continents obey: Our Fools not void of hospitality.

First, on the main land, of Ulysses' breed
Then tell me whence thou art? and what the share Twelve berds, twelve Locks, on ocean's margin feod;
Of woes and wanderings thou wert born to bear?” As many stalls for shaggy goats are rear'd;

He said, and, seconding the kind request, As many lodgments for the tusky herd;
With friendly step precedes his unknown guest. Those foreign keepers guard : and here are seen
A shazzy goat's soft hide beneath him spread, Twelve herds of goats that grace our utmost green;
And with fresh rushes heap'd an ample bed : To native pastors in their charge assign'd;
Joy touch'd the hero's tender soul, to find

And mine the care to feed the bristly kind :
So just reception from a heart so kind :

Each day the fattest bleeds of either herd, “ And oh, ye gods! with all your blessings grace" All to the suitors' wasteful board preferr'd.” (He thus broke forth) “this friend of human race !" Thus he, benevolent : his unknown guest

The swain reply'd : “ It never was our guise With hunger keen devours the savoury feast; To slight the poor, or aught humane despise ; While schemes of vengeance ripen in his breast. Por Jore unfolds our hospitable door,

Silent and thoughtful while the board he ey'd, Tia Jove that sends the stranger and the poor. Eumæus pours on high the purple tide; Little, alas! is all the good I can;

The king with smiling looks his joy express'd, A man oppress'd, dependant, yet a man:

And thus the kind inviting host address'd : Accept such treatment as a swain affords,

Say now, what man is he, the man deplor'd elate to the insolence of youthful lords !

So rich, so potent, whom you style your lord ;

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