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Secure from theft : then launch'd the bark again,
Resum'd their oars, and measur'd back the main,
Nor yet forgot old Ocean's dread Supreme
The vengeance vow'd for eyeless Polypheme. 145
Before the throne of mighty Jove he ftood;
And fought the secret counsels of the God:

Shall then no more, O Sire of Gods, be mine
The rights and honours of a Power divine ?
Scorn'd ev'n by man, and (oh! severe disgrace!) 150
By foft Phæcians, my degenerate race!
Against yon deftin'd head in vain I fwore,
And menac'd vengeance, ere he reach'd his shore;
To reach his natal shore was thy decree;
Mild I obey'd, for who shall war with thee? 155
Behold him landed, careless and alleep,
From all th' eluded dangers of the deep!
Lo! where he lies, amidft a shining store
Of brass, rich garments, and refulgent ore :
And bears triumphant to his native isle

160 A prize more worth than Ilion's noble spoil.

'To whom the Father of th' immortal Powers, Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with showers: Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain! Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main! 165 Rever'd and awful ev'n in heaven's abodes, Ancient and great ! a God above the Gods ! If that low race offend thy power divine, (Weak, daring creatures ? is not vengeance thine ? Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise.

170 He said: the Shaker of the earth replies:


This then I doom ; to fix the gallant ship
A mark of vengeance on the sable deep:
To warn the thoughtless self-confiding train,
No more unlicens'd thus to brave the main.

Full in their port a shady hill shall rise,
If such thy will,-We will it, Jove replies :
Even when, with transport blackening all the strand,
The swarming people hail their ship to land,
Fix her for ever, a memorial stone:

180 Still let her seem to fail, and seem alone ; The trembling crouds shall see the sudden shade Of whelming mountains overhang their head !

With that the God, whofeearthquakes rock the ground Fierce to Phæacia crofs'd the vast profound, 185 Swift as a swallow sweeps the liquid way, The winged pinnace shot along the sea. The God arrests her with a sudden stroke, And roots her down an everlasting rock. Aghaft the Scherians stand in deep surprize; 190 All press to speak, all question with their eyes. What hands unseen the rapid bark restrain ! And yet

it swims, or seems to swim, the main! Thus they, unconscious of the deed divine : Till great Alcinous rising own'd the sign. 195

Behold the long predestin'd day! (he cries) Oh! certain faith of ancient prophecies ! These ears have heard my royal fire disclose A dreadful story, big with future woes; How moy'd with wrath, that careless we convey 200 Promiscuous every guest to every bay,





Stern Neptune rag'd; and how by his command
Firm rooted in the surge a ship should stand
(A inonument of wrath) : and mound on mound
Should hide our walls, or whelm beneath the ground.

The Fates have follow'd as declar'd the seer.
Be humbled, nations ! and


monarch hear,
No more unlicens'd brave the deeps, no more
With every stranger pass from shore to shore ;
On angry Neptune now for mercy call :
To his high name let twelve black oxen fall.
So may the God reverse his purpos’d will,
Nor o'er our city hang the dreadful hill.

The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd :
Forth on the sands the victim oxen led :

The gather'd tribes before the altars stand,
And chiefs and rulers, a majestic band.
The King of Ocean all the tribes implore ;
The blazing altars redden all the shore.

Meanwhile Ulysses in his country lay,
Releas'd from Neep, and round him might survey
The folitary shore and rolling fea.
Yet had his mind through tedious absence loft
The dear remembrance of his native coast;
Besides, Minerva, to secure her care,

Diffus'd around a veil of thicken'd air :
For so the Gods ordain'd, to keep unseen
His royal person from his friends and queen ;
Till the proud suitors for their crimes afford
An ample vengeance to their injur’d lord. 230

Now all the land another prospect bore, i Another port appear'd, another shore,



And long-continued ways, and winding floods,
And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown woods,
Pensive and now with sudden grief oppreft

The king arose, and beat his careful breast,
Caft a long look o'er all the coast and main,
And sought around, his native realm in vain :
Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe,
And, as he spoke, the tears began to flow : 240

Ye Gods ! he cry'd, upon what barren coast, In what new region, is Ulysses toft ? Possess’d by wild barbarians, fierce in arms ? Or men whose bosom tender pity warms? Where shall this treasure now in safety lie ? 245 And whither, whither, its fad owner fly? Ah! why did I Alcinous' grace implore? Ah! why forsake Phæacia's happy shore ? Some jufter prince perhaps had entertain'd, And safe restor'd me to my native land.

250 Is this the promis'd long-expected coast, And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast? O righteous Gods! of all the great how few Are just to Heaven, and to their promise true! But he, the Power tọ whose all-seeing eyes The deeds of men appear without disguise. 'Tis his alone t'


the For still th' opprest are his peculiar care. To count these presents, and from thence to prove Their faith, is mine : the rest belongs to Jove. 260

Then on the fands he rang’d his wealthy store, 'The gold, the vests, the tripods, number'd o'er :



wrongs I bear:

All these he found, but still in error lost
Disconfolate he wanders on the coast,
Sighs for his country, and laments again 265
To the deaf rocks, and hoarse resounding main.
When, lo! the guardian Goddess of the wife,
Celestial Pallas, stood before his eyes ;
In show a youthful swain, of form divine,
Who seem’d descended from fome princely line, 270
A graceful robe her slender body dreft,
Around her shoulders flew the waving veft,
Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,
And painted sandals on her feet she wore.
To whom the king : Whoe'er of human race 275
Thou art, that wander'it in this defert place!
With joy to thee, as to fome God, I bend,
To thee


treasures and myself commend. Oh! tell a wretch in exile doom'd to ttray, What air I breathe, what country I survey ? 280 The fruitful continent's extremest bound, Or some fair isle which Neptune's arms surround !

From what fair clime (said she) remote from fame, Arriv'it thou here a stranger to our name? Thou feelt an island, not to those unknown 295 Whose hills are brighten d by the rising fun, Nor those that plac'd beneath his utmost reign Behold him finking in the western main. The rugged foil allows no level space For flying chariots, or the rapid race ;

290 Yet, not ungrateful to the peasant's pain, Suffices fulness to the swelling grain :


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