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To whom Ulysses, with a pleasing eye: The offending females to that task we doom, Be bold, on friendship and my son rely:
To wash, to scent, and purify the room.
These (every table cleansed, and every throne
Meanwhile Ulysses search'd the dome, to find Each beaved her mournful burden, and beneath
491 All paked of their element, and bare,
To the base court the females take their way; The fishes pant, and gasp in thinner air ;
There compass'd close between the dome and wall Wide o'er the sands are spread the stiffening prey, (Their life's last scene) they trembling wait their fall. Till the warm sun exhales their soul away. 431 Then thus the prince: To these shall we afford
And now the king commands his son to call A fate so pure, as by the martial sword ? Old Euryclea to the deathful hall:
To these, the nightly prostitutes to shame, The son observant not a moment stays ;
And base revilers of our house and name? The aged governess with speed obeys;
Thus speaking, on the circling wall he strung
A ship's tough cable, from a column hung; 500
Whence no contending foot could reach the ground.
Soon as her eyes the welcome object met, The empty corse to waver with the wind.
Then forth they led Melanthius, and began A scream of joy her feeble voice essay'd :
Their bloody work; they lopp'd away the man, 510 The hero check'd her, and composedly said Morsel for dogs! then trimm'd with brazen shears
Woman, experienced as thou art, controul The wretch, and shorten'd of his nose and ears;
His hands and feet last felt the cruel steel :
To Euryclea then address'd the king:
And let her with her matron-train descend; 520 What maids dishonour us, and what obey ? The matron-train, with all the virgin-band,
Then she: In these thy kingly walls remain Assemble here to learn their lord's command. (My son) full fifty of the handmaid train,
Then Euryclea : Joyful I obey,
Bring sulphur straight and fire, (the monarch cries,)
She hears, and at the word obedient flies.
He purged the walls, and blood-polluted rooms. 530
They hear, rush forth, and instant round him stand,
They saw, they knew him, and with fond embrace
Now to dispose the dead, the care remains He knows them all, in all such truth appears,
Glorious in gore !-now with sulphureous fires
The dome he purges, now the flame aspires;
Heap'd lie the dead without the palace walls,
Haste, daughter, haste, thy own l'lysses calls !
return and the death of the suitors. Penelope scarce Enjoy the present good, and former woe.
Ah, no! with sighs Penelope rejoin'd,
And violate all hospitable laws!
The good they hated, and the powers defied;
But Heaven is just, and by a god they died.
70 The transports of her faithful heart supply
What words (the matron cries) have reach'd my A sudden youth, and give her wings to fly.
ears? And sleeps my child ? the reverend matron cries: Doubt we his presence, when he now appears ? Ulysses lives! arise, my child, arise!
Then hear conviction: Ere the fatal day
A boar, fierce rushing in the sylvan war,
Touch'd at her words, the mournful queen rejoin’d, But ere I spoke, he rose, and check'd the sound.
To whom with dubious joy the queen replies, And human thought, with unresisted sway,
Wise is thy soul, but errors seize the wise; Depress or raise, enlarge or take away:
The works of gods what mortal can survey ? Truth, by their high decree, thy voice forsakes, Who knows their motives, who shall trace their way? And folly with the tongue of wisdom speaks. But learn we instant how the suitors trod Unkind, the fond illusion to impose !
The paths of death, by man, or by a god. Was it in flatter or deride my woes?
Thus speaks the queen, and no reply attends, Never did I a sleep so sweet enjoy,
But with alternate joy and fear descends; Since my dear lord left Ithaca for Troy.
At every step debates her lord to prove ;
The monarch by a column high en:hroned
Curious to hear his queen the silence break:
Now hopes, now fears, now knows, then doubts Long knew, but lock'd the secret in his breast;
again, With well concerted art to end his woes,
At length Telemachus-Oh, who can find And burst at once in vengeance on the foes.
A woman like Penelope unkind ?
When twice ten years are pass'd of mighly woes;
O my Telemachus ! the queen rejoin'd,
These boding thoughts, and what he is, to prove!
Pleased with her virtuous fears, the king replies,
Time shall the truth to sure remembrance bring,
50 This garb of poverty belies the king,
No more.—This day our deepest care requires, Alas for this! what mortal strength can move
Words seal'd with sacred truth, and truth obey; 190
Full in the court it's ever-verdant head.
The huge trunk rose, and heaved into the sky; Thy coward son degenerate lag behind
Around the tree I raised a nuptial bower, Then instant to the bath (the monarch cries) And roofd defensive of the storin and shower; Bid the gay youth and sprightly virgins rise, 130 The spacious valve, with art inwrought, conjoins Thence all descend in pomp and proud array, And the fair dome with polish'd marble shines. And bid the dome resound the mirthful lay; I lopp'd the branchy head; aloft in twain While the sweet lyrist airs of rapture sings, Sever'd the bole, and smooth'd the shining grain; And forns the dance responsive to the strings. Then posts, capacious of the frame, I raise, 201 That hence the eluded passengers may say,
And bore it, regular, from space to space :
Thus spoke the king; the observant train obey, With silver shone, with elephant, and gold.
If fears remain, or doubts distract thy heart? 210 Ascends the roof, the vaulted roof rebounds :
While yet he speaks, her powers of life decay, Not unobserved: the Greeks eluded
She sickens, trembles, falls, and faints away. Lo! the queen weds, we hear the spousal lay! At length, recovering, to his arms she fiew, Inconstant ! to admit the bridal hour.
And strain'd him close, as to his breast she grew : Thus they—but nobly chaste she weds no more. The tears pour'd down amain ; and, oh, she cries,
Meanwhile the wearied king the bath ascends ! Let not against thy spouse thine anger rise !
150 O versed in every turn of human art,
220 With majesty enlarged, and grace divine.
And from the flower of life the bliss deny Back from his brows in wavy ringlets fly
To bloom together, fade away,
and die. His thick large locks of hyacinthine dye.
O let me, let me not thine anger move, As by some artist to whom Vulcan gives
That I forbore, thus, thus to speak my love: His heavenly skill, a breathing image lives;
Thus in fond kisses, while the transport warms, By Pallas taught, he frames the wonderous mould Pour out my soul, and die within thy arms ! And the pale silver glows with fusile gold : 160 I dreaded fraud ! bien, faithless men betray So Pallas his heroic form improves
Our easy faith, and make the sex their prey: With bloom divine, and like a god he moves ! Against the fondness of my heart I strove; More high he treads, and issuing forth in state, 'Twas caution, oh my lord! not want of love. 230 Radiant before his gazing consort sate.
Like me had Helen fear'd, with wanton charms And, oh my queen! he cries; what power above Ere the fair mischief set two worlds in arms; Has steel'd that heart, averse to spousal love ? Ere Greece rose dreadful in the avenging day; Canst thou, Penelope, when Heaven restores Thus had she fear'd, she had not gone astray Thy lost Ulysses to his native shores,
But Heaven, averse to Greece, in wrath decreed Canst thou, oh cruel! unconcern'd survey
That she should wander, and that Greece should Thy lost Ulysses, on this signal day?
170 bleed : Haste, Euryclea, and dispatchful spread
Blind to the ills that from injustice flow, and me alone, the imperial bed;
She colour'd all our wretched lives with woe. My weary nature craves the balm of rest;
But why these sorrows when Jord arrives? But Heaven with adamant has arm'd her breast. I yield, 1 yield! my own Ulysses lives! 240 Ah no! she cries, a tender heart I bear,
The secrets of the bridal bed are known
To thee, to me, to Actoris alone,
The sole attendant on our genial bower.)
Thus speaks the queen, still dubious, with disguise; As, to the shipwreck'd mariner, the shores Touch'd at her words, the king with warmth replies: Delightful rise, when angry Neptune roars ;
Then, when the surge in thunder mounts the sky, Then instant his fair spouse Ulysses led
And now the blooming youths and sprightly fair Outlives the tumult of conflicting waves,
Cease the gay dance, and to their rest repair; 320
While the soft hours stole unperceived away:
His servants' insults, his invaded bed,
His generous wines dishonour'd shed in vain, The gay Aurora in the wavy main;
And the wild riots of the suitor-train. Whose flaming steeds, emerging through the night, The king alternate a dire tale relates, Beam o'er the eastern hills with streaming light. Of wars, of triumphs, and disastrous faces; 330 At length Ulysses with a sigh replies :
All he unfolds : his listening spouse turns pale Yet Fate, yet cruel Fate repose denies ;
With pleasing horror at the dreadful tale: A labour long, and hard, remains behind ;
Sleepless devours each word; and hears how slain By heaven above, by hell beneath enjoin'd; Cicons on Cicons swell the ensanguined plan; For, to Tiresias through the eternal gates
How to the land of Lote unblest he sails; Of hell I trode, to learn my future fates. 270 And images the rills and flowery vales: But end we here-the night demands repose,
How dash'd like dogs, his friends the Cyclops tore Bedeck'd the couch! and peace awhile, my woes.
(Not unrevenged,) and quaff"d the spouting gore; To whom the queen. Thy word we shall obey, How the loud storms in prison bound, he sails And deck the couch; far hence be woes away;
From friendly Æolus with prosperous gales; Since the just gods, who tread the starry plains
Yet fate withstands! a sudden tempest roars, Restore thee safe, since my Ulysses reigns.
And whirls him groaning from his native shores : But what those perils Heaven decrees, impart: How on the barbarous Læstrigonian coast, Knowledge may grieve, but fear distracts the heart. By savage hands his feet and friends he lost;
To this the king. Ah, why must I disclose How scarce himself surviv'd: he paints the bower, A dreadful story of approaching woes? 280 The spells of Circè, and her magic power; Why in this hour of transport wound thy ears,
His dreadful journey to the realms beneath, When thou must learn what I must speak with tears ? To seek Tiresias in the vales of death ; Heaven, by the Theban ghost, thy spouse decrees,
How in the doleful mansions he survey'd Torn from thy arms, to sail a length of seas; His royal mother, pale Anticlea's shade; From realm to realm, a nation to explore,
And friends in batile slain, heroic ghosts ! Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar,
Then how, unharm’d, he past the Siren coasts, Nor saw gay vessel stem the surgy plain,
The justling rocks where fierce Charybdis raves, A painted wonder, flying on the main :
And howling Scylla whirls her thunderous waves, An oar my hand must bear; a shepherd eyes
The cave of death! How his companions slay The unknown instrument with strange surprise, 290 The oxen sacred to the god of day, And calls a corn-van : this upon the plain
Till Jove in wrath the ratiling tempest guides, I fix, and hail the monarch of the main ;
And whelms the offenders in the roaring tides: Then bathe his altars with the mingled gore How struggling through the surge he reachd the Of victims vow'd, a ram, a bull, a boar;
shores Thence swift re-sailing to my native shores, Of fair Ogygia, and Calypso's bowers;
360 Due victims slay to all the ethereal powers. Where the gay blooming nymph constrain'd his Then Heaven decrees, in peace, to end my days,
301 How saved from storms Phæacia's coast he trod My people blessing, by iny people blest.
By great Alcinoüs honour'd as a god, Such future scenes the all-righteous powers display Who gave him last his country to behold, By their dread seer,* and such my future day. With change of raiment, brass and heaps of gold.
To whom thus firm of soul: If ripe for death, He ended, sinking into sleep, and shares And full of days, thou gently yield thy breath;
A sweet forgetfulness of all his cares.
370 While Heaven a kind release from ills foreshows,
Soon as soft slumber eased the toils of day, Triumph, thou happy victor of thy woes!
Minerva rushes through the aërial way, But Euryclea, with dispatehsul care,
And bids Aurora with her golden wheels And sage Eurynomè, the couch prepare :
310 Flame from the ocean o'er the eastern hills: Instant they bid the blazing torch display
Up rose Ulysses from the genial bed, Around the dome an artificial day:
And thus with thought mature the monarch said: Then to repose her steps the matron bends,
My queen, my consort! through a length of years And to the queen Eurynomê descends :
We drank the cup of sorrow mix'd with tears; A corch she bears, to light with guiding fires
Thou, for thy lord: while me the immortal powers The royal pair ; she guides them, and retires;
Detain'd reluctant from my native shores. 380
Now, bless'd again by heaven, the queen display, * Tiresias.
And rule our palace with an equal sway.
Be it my care, by loans, or martial toils,
O mighty chief! (Pelides thus began) To throng my empty folds with gifts or spoils. Honour'd by Jove above the lot of man! But now I haste to bless Laërtes eyes
King of a hundred kings ! to whom resign'd With sight of his Ulysses ere he dies;
The strongest, bravest, greatest of mankind, The good old man, to wasting woes a prey,
Comest thou the first, to view this dreary state? Weeps a sad life in solitude away.
And was the noblest, the first mark of Fate ? 40 But hear, though wise! This morning shall unfold Condemn’d to pay the great arrear so soon, The deathful scene, on heroes heroes rolld. 390 The lot which all lament, and none can shun! Thou with thy maids within the palace stay,
Oh! better hadst thou sunk in Trojan ground, From all the scene of tumult far away!
With all thy full-blown honours cover'd round! He spoke, and sheath'd in arms incessant flies Then grateful Greece with streaming eyes might raise. To wake his son, and bid his friends arise. Historic marbles to record thy praise : To arms! aloud he cries : his friends obey, Thy praise eternal on the faithful stone, With glittering arms their manly limbs array, Had with transmissive glories graced thy son. And pass the city gate ; Ulysses leads the way. But heavier fates were destined to attend : Now fames the rosy dawn, but Pallas shrouds What man is happy, till he knows his end ? 50 The latent warriors in a veil of clouds.
O son of Peleus ! greater than mankind !
Thrice happy thou, to press the martial plain
Midst heaps of heroes in thy quarrel slain :
In clouds of smoke raised by the noble fray,
the infernal shades. Ulysses in the country goes to And deluges of blood flow'd round you every way. the retirement of his father Laërtes; he finds him Nor ceased the strise till Jove himself opposed, busied in his garden all alone: the manner of his dis. And all in tempests the dire evening closed. covery to him is beautifully described. They return Then to the fleet we bore thy honour'd load,
60 together to his lodge, and the king is acknowledged by Dolius and the servants. The Ithacensians, led by And decent on the funeral bed bestow'd : Eupithes, the father of Antinous, rise against Ulysses. Then unguents sweet and tepid streams we shed; who gives them battle, in which Eupithes is killed by Tears flow'd from every eye, and o'er the dead Laërtes: and the goddess Pallas makes a lasting Each clipp'd the curling honours of his head. peace between Ulysses and his subjects, which con- Struck at the news, thy azure mother came ; cludes the Odyssey.
The sea-green sisters waited on the dame:
A voice of loud lament through all the main
Was heard ; and terror seized the Grecian train :
Back to their ships the frighted host had fled ; Conveys the dead, a lamentable train!
But Nestor spoke, they listen'd and obey'd : 70
And long vicissitudes of human things.)
To mourn Achilles leads her azure train.'
Round thee, the Muses, with alternate strain, Where flock nocturnal bats, and birds obscene ; 10 In ever-consecrating verse, complain. Cluster’d they hang, till at some sudden shock Each warlike Greek the moving music hears, They move, and murmurs run through all the rock: And iron-hearted heroes melt in tears.
80 So cowering fled the sable heaps of ghosts, Till seventeen nights and seventeen days return'd, And such a scream fill'd all the dismal coasts. All that was mortal or immortal mourn'd. And now they reach the earth's remotest ends, To flames we gave thee, the succeeding day, . And now the gates where evening Sol descends, And fitted sheep, and sable oxen slay; And Leucas' rock, and Ocean's utmost streams, With oil and honey blaze the augmented fires, And now pervade the dusky land of dreams, And, like a god adorn'd, thy earthly part expires. And rest at last, where souls unbodied dwell Unnumber'd warriors round the burning pile In ever-flowering meads of Asphodel.
20 Urge the fleet courser's or the racer's toil; The empty forms of men inhabit there,
Thick clouds of dust o'er all the circle rise, Impassive semblance, images of air !
And the mix'd clamour thunders in the skies. 90 Nought else are all that shined on earth before ; Soon as absorpt in all embracing flame Ajax and great Achilles are no more !
Sunk what was mortal of thy mighty name, Yet still a master-ghost, the rest he awed,
We then collect thy snowy bones, and place The rest ador'd him, towering as he trod;
With wines and unguents in a golden vase; Still at his side is Nestor's son survey'd,
(The vase to Thetis Bacchus gave of old, And loved Patroclus still attends his shade. And Vulcan's art enrich'd the sculptured gold :)
New as they were to that infernal shore, | There we thy relics, great Achilles ! blend The suitors stopp'd, and gazed the hero o'er. 30 With dear Patroclus, thy departed friend : When, moving slow, the regal form they view'd In the same urn a separate space contains Of great Atrides; him in pomp pursued
Thy next beloved, Antilochus' remains. 100 And solemn sadness through the gloom of hell, Now all the sons of warlike Greece surround The train of those who by Ægysthus fell.
Thy destined tomb, and cast a mighty mound: