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Yet still his Antiphus he loves, he mourns,

Elusive of the bridal day she gives And, as he stood, he spoke and wept by turns. Fond hopes to all, and all with hopes deceives. 100

Since great Ulysses sought ihe Phrygian plains, Did not the sun, through heaven's wide azure roll'c, Within these walls inglorious silence reigns. For three long years the royal fraud behold ? Say then, ye peers! by whose commands we meet ? While she, laborious in delusion spread Why here once more in solemn council sit ? The spacious loom, and mix'd the various thread: Ye young, ye old, the weighty cause disclose : Where as to life the wondrous figures rise, Arrives some message of invading foes ?

Thus spoke the inventive queen, with artful sighs : Or say, does high necessity of state

'Though cold in death Ulysses breathes no more, Inspire some patriot, and demand debate ? 40 Cease yet awhile to urge the bridal hour: The present synod speaks its author wise ; Cease, till to great Laërtes 1 bequeath Assist him, Jove, thou regent of the skies !

A task of grief, his ornaments of death.

110 He spoke. Telemachus with transport glows, Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim, Embraced the omen, and majestic rose;

The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame; (His royal hand the imperial sceptre sway'd ;) When he, whom, living, mighty realms obey'd, Then thus, addressing to Ezypiius, said:

Shall want, in death, a shroud to grace his shade." Reverend old man! lo, here, confess'd he stands Thus she: at once the generous train complies, By whom ye meet; my grief your care demands. Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fuir disguise No story I unfold of public woes,

The work she plied; but, studious of delay, Nor bear advices of impending foes :

50 By night reversed the labours of the day. Peace the blest land, and joys incessant crown: While thrice the sun his annual journey made, Of all this happy realm, 1 grieve alone.

The conscious lamp the midnight fraud survey'd; 190 For my lost sire continual sorrows spring,

Unheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail; The great, the good; your father, and your king. The fourth, her maid unfolds the amazing tale. Yet more; our house from its foundation bows, We saw, as unperceived we took our stand, Our foes are powerful, and your sons the foes : The backward labours of her faithless band. Hither, unwe come to the queen they come; Then urged, she perfects ner illustrious toils; Why seek they not the rich Icarian dome?

A wondrous monument of female wiles! If she must wed, from other hands require

But you, oh peers! and thou, oh prince! give ear The dowry : is Telemachus her sire ?

60|(I speak aloud, that every Greek may hear;) Yet through my court the noise of revel rings, Dismiss the queen: and if her sire approves, And wastes the wise frugality of kings.

Let him espouse her to the peer she loves: 130 Scarce all my herds their luxury suffice;

Bid instant to prepare the bridal train, Scarce all my wine their midnight hours supplies. Nor let a race of princes wait in vain. Safe in my vouth, in riot still they grow,

Though with a grace divine her soul is blest, Nor in the helpless orphan dread a foe.

And all Minerva breathes within her breast, But come it will, the time when manhood grants In wondrous arts than woman more renown'd, More powerful advocates than vain complaints. And more than woman with deep wisdom crown'd; Approach that hour! insuflerable wrong

Though Tyro nor Mycené match her pame, Cries to the gods, and vengeance sleeps too long. 70 Nor great Alcmena (the proud boast of fame;) Rise then, ye peers! with virtuous anger rise; Yet thus by heaven adorn’d, by heaven's decree, Your fame revere, but most the avenging skies. She shines with fatal excellence to thee:

140 By all the deathless powers that reign above,

With thee, the bowl we drain, indulge the feast, By righteous Themis and by thundering Jove, Till righteous heaven reclaim her stubborn breast. (Themis, who gives to councils, or denies

What though from pole to pole resounds her name! Success; and humbles, or confirms the wise, The son's destruction waits the mother's fame: Rise in my aid ! suffice the tears that flow For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed, For my lost sire, nor add new woe to woe. Thy bowl to empty, and thy flock to bleed. If e'er he bore the sword to strengthen ill,

While yet he speaks, Telemachus replies: Or, having power to wrong, betray'd the will, 80 Even nature starts, and what ye ask devies. On me, on me your kindled wrath assuage, Thus, shall I thus repay a mother's cares, And bid the voice of lawless riot rage.

Who gave me life, and nursed my infant years? 150 If ruin to your royal race ye doom,

While sad on foreign shores Clysses treads,
Be you the spoilers, and our wealth consume. Or glides a ghost with unapparent shades;
Then might ye hope redress from juster laws, How to Icarius in the bridal hour
And raise all Ithaca to aid our cause :

Shall I, by waste undone, refund the dower ? But while your sons commit the unpunish'd wrong, How from my father should I vengeance dread! You make the arm of violence too strong.

How would my mother curse my hated head! While thus he spoke, with rage and grief he frown'd, And while in wrath to vengeful fiends she cries, And dash'd the imperial sceptre to the ground. 90 How from their hell would vengeful fiends arise! The big round tear hung trembling in his eye: Abhorr’d by all, accursed my name would grow, The synod grieved, and gave a pitying sigh, The earth's disgrace, and human-kind my foe. 160 Then silent sate—at length Antinous burns If this displease, why urge ye here your stay ? With haughty rage, and sternly thus returns. Haste from the court, ye spoilers, haste away:

O insolence of youth! whose tongue affords Waste in wild riot what your land allows, Such railing eloquence, and war of words. There ply the early feast, and late carouse. Studious thy country's worthies to defame,

But if to honour lost, 'lis still decreed Thy erring voice displays thy mother's shame For you my bowl shall flow, my flock shall bleed;

Judge and assert my right, impartial Jove!

But never from this nobler suit we cease; By him, and all the immortal host above,

For wealth and beauty less than virtue please. (A sacred oath,) if heaven the power supply,

To whom the youth : Since then in vain I tell Vengeance I vow, and for your wrongs ye die. 170 My numerous woes, in silence let them dwell.

With that, two eagles from a mountain's height, But heaven, and all the Greeks, have heard my By Jove's command direct their rapid flight;

wrongs;
Swift they descend, with wing to wing conjoin'd, To heaven, and all the Greeks, redress belongs. 240
Stretch their broad plumes, and float upon the wind Yet this I ask (nor be it ask'd in vain,)
Above the assembled peers they wheel on high, A bark to waft me o'er the rolling main,
And clang their wings, and hovering beat the sky; The realms of Pyle and Sparta to explore,
With ardent eyes the rival they threat,

And seek my royal sire from shore to shore:
And shrieking loud, denounce approaching fate. If, or to fame his doubtful fate be known,
They cuff, they tear; their cheeks and necks they rend, Or to be learn'd from oracles alone.
And from their plumes huge drops of blood descend: If yet he lives, with patience I forbear,
Then, sailing o'er the domes and towers, they fly 181 Till the fleet hours restore the circling year:
Full toward the cast, and mount into the sky. But if already wandering in the train

The wondering rivals gaze with cares opprest, Of empty shades; I measure back the main, 250
And chilling horrors freeze in every breast. Plant the fair column o'er the mighty dead,
Till big with knowledige of approaching woes And yield his consort to the nuptial bed.
The prince of avigurs, Ilalitherses, rose:

He ceased; and while abash'd the peers attend, Prescient he view'd the aërial tracks, and drew Mentor arose, llysses' faithful friend : A sure presage from every wing that few.

When fierce in arms he sought the scenes of war Ye sons (he cried) of Ithaca, give ear,

“ My friend (he cried) my palace be thy care;
Hear all! but chiefly you, oh rivals! hear. 190 Years rolld on years my godlike sire decay,
Destruction sure o'er all your heads impends ; Guard thou his age, and his behests obey."')
Ulysses comes, and death his steps attends. Stern as he rose, he cast his eyes around,
Nor to the great alone is death decreed;

That flash'd with rige; and as he spoke, he frown'd. We and our guilty Ithaca must bleed.

O never, never more, let king be just, 261 Why cease we then the wrath of heaven to stay? Be mild in power, or faithful to his trust! Be humbled all, and lead, ye great! the way. Let tyrants govern with an iron rod, For lo! my words no fancied woes relate: Oppress, destroy, and be the scourge of God; I speak from science, and the voice is fate.

Since he who like a father held his reign, When great Ulysses sought the Phrygian shores So soon forgot, was just and mild in vain! To shake with war proud lion's lofty towers, 200 True, while my friend is grieved, his griefs I share ; Deeds then undone my faithful tongue foretold : Yet now the rivals are my smallest care: Heaven seal'd my words, and you these deeds behold. They, for the mighty mischiefs they devise, I see (I cried) his woes, a countless train;

Ere long shall pay--their forfeit lives the price. 270
I see his friends o'erwhelm'd beneath the main; But against you, ye Greeks! ye coward train!
How twice ten years from shore to shore he roams : Gods! how my soul is moved with just disdain !
Now twice ten years are past, and now he comes. Dumb ye all stand, and not one tongue affords

To whom Eurymachus--Fly, dotard, fly; His injured prince the little aid of words.
With thy wise dreams, and fables of the sky.

While yet he spoke, Leocritus rejoin'd:
Go prophesy at home, thy sons advise:

O pride of words, and arrogance of mind! Here thou art sage in vain-I better read the skies. Wouldst thou to rise in arms the Greeks advise? l'nnumber'd birds glide through the aërial way, 211 Join all your powers ! in arms, ye Greeks, arise ! Vagrants of air, and unforeboding stray.

Yet would your powers in vain our strength oppose: Cold in the tomb, or in the deeps below,

The valiant few o’ermatch an host of foes. 280 Ulysses lies! oh, wert thou laid as low!

Should great Ulysses stern appear in arms, Then would that busy head no broils suggest, While the bowl circles, and the banquet warms; Nor fire t rage Telemachus's breast.

Though to his breast his spouse with transport flies,
From him some bribe thy venal tongue requires, Torn from her breast, that hour, Ulysses dies.
And interest, not the god, thy voice inspires. But hence retreating to your domes repair;
His guideless youth, if thy experienced age To arm the vessel, Mentor! be thy care,
Mislead fallacious into idle rage,

220 And, Halitherses! thine : be each his friend ;
Vengeance deserved thy malice shall repress, Ye loved the father: go, the son attend.
And but augment the wrong; thou wouldst redress: B:it yet, I trust, the boaster means to stay
Telemachus may bid the queen repair

Safe in the court, nor tempt the watery way. 290 To great Icarius, whose paternal care

Then, with a rushing sound, the assembly bend, Will guide her passion, and reward her choice, Diverse their stops: the riral ront ascend With wealthy dower, and bridal gifts of price. The royal dome: while sad the prince explores Til she retires, determined we remain,

The ne ghbouring main, and sorrowing treads the And both the prince and augur threat in vnin:

shores.
His pride of words, and thy wild dream of fate, There, as the waters o'er his hands he shed,
Move not the brave, or only move their hate. 230 The royal suppliant to Minerva pray'd :
Threat on, O prince! elude the bridal day,

() Goddess! who, descending from the skies, Threat on, till all thy stores in waste decay. Vouchsafed thy presence to my wondering eyes, True, Greece affords a train of lovely dames, By whose commands the raging decps I trace, la wealth and beauty worthy of our flames : And seek my sire through storms and rolling soas !

care

Hear from thy heavens above, oh warrior maid! 301 To Pyle or Sparta to demand supplies,
Descend once more, propitious to my aid.

Big with revenge, the mighty warrior flies :
Without thy presence, vain is thy command: Or comes from Ephyrè with poisons fraught! 370
Greece, and the rival train, thy voice withstand. And kills us all in one tremendous draught!
Indulgent to his prayer, the goddess took

Or who can say (his gamesome mate replies) Sage Mentor's form, and thus like Mentor spoke : But, while the dangers of the deeps he tries, O prince, in early youth divinely wise,

He, like his sire, may sink deprived of breath, Born, the Ulysses of thy age to rise !

And punish us unkindly by his death?
If to the son the father's worth descends,

What mighty labours would he then create,
O'er the wide waves success thy way attends : 310 To seize his treasures, and divide his state,
To tread the walks of death he stood prepared; The royal palace to the queen convey,
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared. Or him she blesses in the bridal day!
Were not wise sons descendent of the wise,

Meantime the lofty room the prince surveys, 380 And did not heroes from brave heroes rise,

Where lay the treasures of the Ithacian race: Vain were my hopes : few sons attain the praise Here ruddy brass and gold refulgent blazed; Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. There polish'd chests embroider'd vestures graced: But since thy veins paternal virtue fires,

Here jars of oil breathed forth a rich perfume; And all Penelope thy soul inspires,

There casks of wine in rows adorn'd the dome: Go, and mucceed! the rivals' aims despise;

(Pure flavorous wine, by gods in bounty giren, For never, never, wicked man was wise. 320 And worthy to exalt the feasts of heaven.) Blind they rejoice, though now, even now they fall; Untouch'd they stood, till his long labours o'er, Death hastes amain: one hour o'erwhelms them all! The great Ulysses reach'd his native shore. And lo, with speed we plough the watery way; A double strength of bars secured the gates : My power shall guard thee, and my hand convey: Fast by the door the wide Euryclea waits : The winged vessel studious I prepare,

Euryclea, who, great Ops! thy lineage shared Through seas and realms companion of thy care. And watch'd all night, all day a faithful guard. Thou to the court ascend: and to the shores

To whom the prince: 0 thou, whose guardian (When night advances) bear the naval stores ; Bread, that decaying man with strength supplies, Nursed the most wretched king that breathes the air! And generous wine, which thoughtful sorrow flies. Untouch'd and sacred may these vessels stand, Meanwhile the mariners, by my command, 331 Till great Ulysses views his native land. Shall speed aboard, a valiant chosen band.

But by thy care twelve urns of wine be fill'd; Wide o'er the bay, by vessel vessel rides :

Next these in worth, and firm these urns be seal'd; The best I choose to waft thee o'er the tides. And twice ten measures of the choicest flour

She spoke: to his high dome the prince returns, Prepared, ere yet descends the evening hour; And, as he moves, with royal anguish mourns. For when the favouring shades of night arise, 'Twas riot all, among the lawless train;

And peaceful slumbers close my mother's eyes Roar bled by boar, and goat by goat lay slain. Me from our coast shall spreading sails convey, Arrived, his hand the gay Antinoiis press'd, To seek Ulysses through the watery way. And thus, deriding, with a smile address'd. 340 While yet he spoke, she fill'd the walls with cries,

Grieve not, oh daring prince! that noble heart : And tears ran trickling from her aged eyes. Il suits gay youth the stern heroic part.

Oh whither, whither flies my son ? she cried, Indulge the genial hour, unbend thy soul,

To realms, that rocks and roaring seas divide? Leave thought to age, and drain the flowing bowl. In foreign lands thy father's days decay'd 410 Studious to ease thy grief, our care provides And foreign lands contain the mighty dead. The bark, to wast thee o'er the swelling tides. The watery way ill-fated if thou try,

Is this, returns the prince, for mirth a time? All, all must perish, and by fraud you die ! When lawless gluttons riot, mirth 's a crime: Then stay, my child! storms beat, and rolls the The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste;

main, The song is noise, and impious is the feast, 350 Oh, beat those storms, and roll the seas in vain! Suffiee it to have spent with swift decay

Far hence (replied the prince) thy fears be driven : The wealth of kings, and made my youth a prey. Heaven calls me forth ; these counsels are of Heared. But now the wise instructions of the sage,

But, by the powers that hate the perjured, swear, And manly thoughts inspired by manly age, To keep my voyage from the royal ear, Teach me to seek redress for all my woe,

Nor uncompellid the dangerous truth betray, Here, or in Pyle~in Pyle, or here, your foe. Till twice six times descends the lamp of day: Deny your vessels, ye deny in vain :

Lest the sad tale a mother's life impair, A private voyager I pass the main.

And grief destroy what time awhile would spare Free breathe the winds, and free the billows flow, Thus he. The matron with uplifted eyes And where on earth I live, I live your foe. 360 Attests the all-seeing sovereign of the skies.

He spoke and frown'd, nor longer deign'd to stay, Then studious she prepares the choicest flour, Sternly his hand withdrew, and strode away. The strength of wheat, and wines an ample store ; Meantime, o'er all the dome, they quaff, they While to the rival train the prince returns, feast,

The martial goddess with impatience burna; Derisive taunts were spread from guest to guest, Like thee, Telemachus, in voice and size, And each in jovial mood his mate addrest.

With speed divine from street to street she flies; Tremble ye not, oh friends! and coward fly, She bids the mariners, prepared, to stand, Doom'd by the stern Telemachus to die?

When night descends, embodied on the strand.

Then to Noëmon swift she rins, she flies,

And wide o'er earth diffused his cheering ray,
And asks a bark : the chief a bark supplies. To gods and men to give the golden day.

And now, declining, with his sloping wheels, Now on the coast of Pyle the vessel falls
Down sunk the sun behind the western hills. Before old Neleus' venerable walls.
The goddess shoved the vessel from the shores, There suppliant to the monarch of the flood,
And stow'd within its womb the naval stores. At nine green theatres the Pylians stood.
Full in the openings of the spacious main 440 Each held five hundred, (a deputed train,)
It rides ; and now descends the sailor-train.

At each, nine oxen on the sand lay slain. 10 Next to the court impatient of delay,

They taste the entrails, and the aluars load With rapid step the goddess urged her way;

With smoking thighs, an offering to the god. There every eye with slumbrous chains she bound, Full for the port the Ithacensians stand, And dash'd the flowing goblet to the ground. And furl their sails, and issue on the land. Drowsy they rose, with heavy fumes opprest, Telemachus already press'd the shore; Reeld from the palace, and retired to rest.

Not first, the power of wisdom march'd before, Then thus, in Mentor’s reverend form array'd, And ere the sacrificing throng he join'd, Spoke to Telemachus the martial maid ;

Admonish'd thus his well-attending mind : La! on the seas, prepared the vessel stands, 450 Proceed, my son ! this youthful shame expel: The impatient mariner thy speed demands.

An honest business never blush to tell.

20 Swift as she spoke, with rapid pace she leads ; To learn what fates thy wretched sire detain, The footsteps of the deity he treads.

We pass'd the wide, immeasurable main.
Swift to the shore they move: along the strand Meet then the senior far renown'd for sense,
The ready vessel rides, the sailors ready stand. With reverend awe, but decent confidence:

He bids them bring their stores ; the attending train Urge him with truth to frame bis fair replies ;
Load the tall bark, and launch into the main. And sure he will: for wisdom never lies.
The prince and goddess to the stern ascend;

Oh tell me, Mentor ! tell me, faithful guide,
To the strong stroke at once the rowers bend. (The youth with prudent modesty replied,)
Full from the west she bids fresh breezes blow; 460 How shall I meet, or how accost the sage,
The sable billows foam and roar below.

Unskill'd in speech, not yet mature of age ? 30
The chief his orders gives: the obedient band Awful the approach, and hard the task appears,
With due observance wait the chief's command : To question wisely men of riper years.
With speed the mast they rear, with speed unbind To whom the martial goddess thus rejoin'd:
The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind. Search, for some thoughts, thy own suggesting
High o'er the roaring waves the spreading sails

mind:
Bow the tall mast, and swell before the gales ; And others, dictated by heavenly power,
The crooked keel the parting surge divides, Shall rise spontanous in the needful hour:
And to the stern retreating roll the tides.

For naught unprosperous shall thy ways attend,
And now they ship their oars, and crown with wine Born with good omens, and with Heaven thy friend.
The holy goblet to the powers divine :

471 She spoke, and led the way with swiftest speed : Imploring all the gods that reign above,

As swift, the youth pursued the way she led;

40 But chief the blue-eyed progeny of Jove.

And join'd the band before with sacred fire, Thus all the night they stem the liquid way, Where sate, encompass'd with his sons, the sire. And end their voyage with the morning ray. The youth of Pylos, some on pointed wood

Transfix'd the fragments, some prepared the food .

In friendly throngs they gather to embrace
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Their unknown guests, and at the banquet place.

Pisistratus was first to grasp their hands,
ARGUMENT.

And spread soft hides upon the yellow sands;
The Interview of Telemachus and Nestor.

Along the shore the illustrious pair he led,

Where Nestor sate with youthful Thrasymed. 50 Telemachus, guided by Pallas in the shape of Mentor,

arrives in the morning at Pylos, where Nestors and To each a portion of the feast he bore. his sons are sacrificing on the sea-shore to Neptune. And held the golden goblet foaming o'er; Telemachus declares the occasion of his coming; Then first approaching to the elder guest, and Nestor relates what passed in their return from The latent goddess in these words addrest. Troy, how their fleets were separated, and he never Whoe'er thou art, whom fortune brings to keep since heard of Ulysses. They discourse concerning These rites of Neptune, monarch of the deep, the death of Agamemnon, the revenge of Orestes, and Thee first it fits, oh stranger! to prepare the injuries of the suitors. Nestor advises him to go The due libation and the solemn prayer; 10 Sparta, and inquire further of Menelaus. The sacri. Then give thy friend to shed the sacred wine : fice ending with the night, Minerva vanishes from them in the form of an eagle. Telemachus is lodged Though much thty younger, and his years like mine,

61 in the palace. The next morning they sacrifice a bul. He too, I deem, implores the power divine : lock to Minerva; and Telemachus proceeds on his For all mankind alike require their grace, journey to Sparta, attended by Pisistratus.

All born to want; a miserable race !
The scene lies on the sea-shore of Pylos.

He spake, and to her hand preferr'd the bowl:
A secret pleasure touch'd Athena's soul,
To see the preference due to sacred

age
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Regarded ever by the just and sage.
The sacred sun, above the waters raised,

Of Ocean's king she then implores the grace. Through heaven's eternal, brazen portals blazed ; Toh thou! whose arms this ample globe embrace,

Fulfil our wish, and let thy glory shine

70 In whom stern courage with soft virtue join'd, On Nestor first and Nestor's royal line;

A faultless body and a blameless mind: Next grant the Pylian states their just desires, Antilochus-What more can I relate ? Pleased with their hecatomb's ascending fires; How trace the tedious series of our fate? 140 Last deign Telemachus and me to bless,

Not added years on years my task could close, And crown our voyage with desired success. The long historian of my country's woes:

Thus she: and having paid the rite divine, Back to thy native islands might'st thou sail, Gave to Ulysses' son the rosy wine.

And leave half-heard the melancholy tale. Suppliant he pray'd. And now the victims drest Nine painful years on that detested shore, They draw, divide, and celebrate the feast.

What stratagems we form'd, what toils we bore ! The banquet done, the narrative old man, 80 Sull labouring on, till scarce at last we found Thus mild, the pleasing conference began. Great Jove propitious, and our conquest crown'd.

Now, gentle guests! the genial banquet o'er, Far o'er the rest thy mighty father shined, It fits to ask ye, what your native shore,

In wit, in prudence, and in force of mind. 150 And whence your race ? on what adventure, say, Art thou the son of that illustrious sire ? Thus far you wander through the watery way? With joy I grasp thee, and with love admire. Relate, if business, or the thirst of gain,

So like your voices, and your words so wise, Engage your journey o'er the pathless main: Who finds thee younger must consult his eyes. Where savage pirates seek through seas unknown Thy sire and I were one ; nor varied aught The lives of others, venturous of their own. In public sentence, or in private thought;

Urged by the precepts by the goddess given, 90 Alike to council, or the assembly came, And fill'd with contidence infused from Heaven, With equal souls, and sentiments the same. The youth, whom Pallas destined to be wise But when (by wisdom won) proud Mlion burn'd, And famed among the sons of men, replies. And in their ships the conquering Greeks return'd, Inquirest thou, father! from what coast we came? 'Twas God's high will the victors to divide, 161 (Oh grace and glory of the Grecian name!) And turn the event, confounding human pride: From where high lthaca o'erlooks the floods, Some he destroy'd, some scatter'd as the dust, Brown with o'er-arching shades and pendent (Not all were prudent, and not all were just.) woods,

Then Discord, sent by Pallas from above, Us to these shores our filial duty draws,

Stern daughter of the great avenger, Jove, A private sorrow, not a public cause.

The brother-kings inspired with fell debate; My sire I seek, where'er the voice of fame 100 Who call'd to council all the Achaian state. Has told the glories of his noble name,

But call'd untimely (not the sacred rite The great Ulysses; famed from shore to shore Observed, nor heedful of the selling light, 170 For valour much, for hardy suffering more.

Nor herald sworn the session to proclaim) Long time with thee before proud Ilion's wall Sour with debauch, a reeling tribe they came. In arms he fought ; with thee beheld her fall. To these the cause of meeting they explain, Of all the chiefs, this hero's fate alone

And Menelaiis moves to cross the main; Has Jove reserved, unheard of, and unknown; Not so the king of men; he willd to stay, Whether in fields by hostile fury slain,

The sacred rites and hecatombs to pay, Or sunk by tempests in the gulfy main ?

And calm Minerva's wrath. On blind to fate! Of this to learn, oppress'd with tender fears, 110 The gods not lightly change their love, or hate. Lo, at thy knee his suppliant son appears. With ireful taunts each other they oppose, Jf or thy certain eye, or curious car,

Till in loud Tumult all the Greeks arose. 180 Have learnt his fate, the whole dark story clear: Now different counsels every breast divide, And, oh! whate'er heaven destined to betide, Each burns with rancour to the adverse side : Let neither flattery soothe, nor pity hide.

The unquiet night strange projects entertain'd Prepared I stand: he was but born to try

(So Jove, that urged us to our fate, ordain'd.) The lot of man; to suffer, and to die.

We, with the rising morn our ships unmoord, Oh then, if ever through the ten years' war And brought our captives and our stores aboard; The wise, the good Ulysses claim'd thy care; | But half the people with respect obey'd I e'er he join'd thy council, or thy sword, 120 The king of men, and at his bidding staid. True in his deed, and constant to his word; Now on the wings of winds our course we keep ; Far as thy mind through backward time can see, (For God had smooth'd the waters of the deep ;) 190 Search all thy stores of faithful memory:

For Tenedog we spread our eager oars, *Tis sacred truth I ask, and ask of thee.

There land, and pay due victims to the powers. To him experienced Nestor thus rejoin'd: To bless our safe return, we join in prayer; O friend! what sorrows dost thou bring to mind! But angry Jove dispersed orr vows in air, Shall I the long laborious scene review,

And raised new di cord. Then (so Heaven decreed) And open all the wounds of Greece anew? Ulysses first and Nestor disagreed : What roils by sea! where dark in quest of prey Wise as he was, by various counsels sway'd, Dauntless we roved ; Achilles led the way: 130 Ile there, though late, to please the monarch, staid. What toils hy land ; where mix'd in fatal fight But I, determined, stem the foamy foods, Such numbers fell, such heroes sunk to night: Warn'd of the coming fury of the gods. 200 There Ajax great, Achilles there the brave, With us, Tydides fear'd, and urged his haste, There wise Patroclus, till an early grave:

And Menelajis came, but came the last. There too—my son-ah, once my best delight, Ile join'd our vessels in the Lesbian bay, Once swift of foot, and terrible in fight,

While yet we doubted of our watery way;

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