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Firm to the mast with cords the helm I bind, 500
And ride aloft, to Providence resign'd,
Through tunıbling billows and a war of wind.

“ Now sunk the west, and now a southern breeze,
More dreadful than the tempest, lash'd the seas;
For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves, 505
And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves.
All night I drove; and at the dawn of day,
Fast by the rocks beheld the desperate way:
Just when the sea within her gulf subsides,
And in the roaring whirlpools rush the tides. 510
Swift from the float I vaulted with a bound,
The lofty fig tree seized, and clung around:
So to the beam the bat tenacious clings,
And pendent round it clasps his leathern wings.
High in the air the tree its boughs display'd, 515
And o'er the dungeon cast a dreadful shade;
All unsustain'd between the wave and sky,
Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly.
What time the judge forsakes the noisy bar
To take repast, and stills the wordy war, 520
Charybdis rumbling from her inmost caves,
The mast refunded on her refluent waves.
Swift from the tree, the floating mass to gain,
Sudden I dropp'd amid the flashing main;
Once more undaunted on the ruin rode,

525 And oar'd with labouring arms along the flood. Unseen I pass'd by Scylla's dire abodes: (So Jove decreed, dread sire of men and gods :) Then nine long days I plough'd the calmer seas, Heaved by the surge, and wasted by the breeze. 530 Weary and wet the Ogygian shores I gain, When the tenth sun descended to the main. There, in Calypso's ever-fragrant bowers, Refresh'd I lay, and joy beguiled the hours.

“My following fates to thee, oh king, are known, And the bright partner of thy royal throne. 536 Enough: in misery can words avail ? And what so tedious as a twice-told tale ?"



T'he Arrival of Ulysses in Ithaca.

Ulysses takes his leave of Alcinous and Arete, and embarks

in the evening—Next morning the ship arrives at Ithaca; where the sailors, as Ulysses is yet sleeping, lay him on the shore with all his treasures-On their return, Neptune changes their ship into a rock--In the mean time Ulysses awaking, knows not his native Ithaca, by reason of a mist which Pallas had cast around him-He breaks out into loud lamentations ; till the goddess, appearing to him in the form of a shepherd, discovers the country to him, and points out the particular places-He then tells a feigned story of his adventures, on which she manifests herself, and they consult together of the measures to be taken to destroy the suitorsTo conceal his return, and disguise his person the more effectually, she changes him into the figure of an old beggar.


He ceased: but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear
A pause of silence hush'd the shady rooms :
The greatful conference then the king resumes:

" Whatever toils the great Ulysses pass'd,
Beneath this happy roof they end at last;
No longer now from shore to shore to roam,
Smooth seas and gentle winds invite him home.
But hear me, princes, whom these walls enclose,
For whom my chanter sings, and goblet flows
With wine unmix'd ; (an honour due to age,
To cheer the grave, and warm the poet's rage ;)
Though labour'd gold and many a dazzling vest
Lie heap'd already for our godlike guest;

10 30

Without new treasures let him not remove, 15
Large, and expressive of the public love:
Each peer a tripod, each a vase bestow,
A general tribute, which the state shall owe.”
This sentence pleased: then all their steps ad-

dress'd To separate mansions, and retired to rest. 20

Now did the rosy-finger'd morn arise, And shed her sacred light along the skies. Down to the haven and the ships in haste They bore the treasures, and in safety placed. The king himself the vases ranged with care; 25 Then bade his followers to the feast repair. A victim ox beneath the sacred hand Of great Alcinous falls, and stains the sand. To Jove the Eternal (power above all powers ! Who wings the winds, and darkens heaven with

showers) The flames ascend: till evening they prolong The rites, more.sacred made by heavenly song: For in the midst, with public honours graced, Thy lyre divine, Demodocus ! was placed. All, but Ulysses, heard with fix'd delight; 35 He sat, and eyed the sun, and wish'd the night: Slow seem'd the sun to move, the hours to roll, His native home deep imaged in his soul. As the tired ploughman spent with stubborn toil, Whose oxen long have torn the furrow'd soil, 40 Sees with delight the sun's declining ray, When home with feeble knees he bends his way To late repast, (the day's hard labour done,) So to Ulysses welcome set the sun; Then instant to Alcinous and the rest

45 (The Scherian states) he turn'd, and thus address'd:

“Oh thou, the first in merit and command ! And you the peers and princes of the land ! May every joy be yours! nor this the least, When due libation shall have crown'd the feast, 50 Safe to my home to send your happy guest.

Complete are now the bounties you have given,
Be all those bounties but confirm'd by Heaven !
So may I find, when all my wanderings cease,
My consort blameless, and my friends in peace.
On you be every bliss; and every day,

In home-felt joys, delighted roll away:
Yourselves, your wives, your long-descended race,
May every god enrich with every grace !
Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation stand, 60
And public evil never touch the land !"
His words well weighed, the general voice ap-

Benign, and instant his dismission moved.
The monarch to Pontonous gave the sign,
To fill the goblet high with rosy wine :

65 “ Great Jove the Father first,” he cried, “ implore ; Then send the stranger to his native shore."

The luscious wine the obedient herald brought : Around the mansion flowed the purple draught : Each from his seat to each immortal pours, 70 Whom glory circles in the Olympian bowers. Ulysses sole with air majestic stands, The bowl presenting to Arete's hands; Then thus: “Oh queen, farewell! be still possess'd of dear remembrance, blessing still and bless'd! 75 Till age and death shall gently call thee hence, (Sure fate of every mortal excellence !) Farewell ! and joys successive ever spring To thee, to thine, the people, and the king !"

Thus he : then parting prints the sandy shore 80 To the fair port: a herald march'd before, Sent by Alcinous ; of Arete's train Three chosen maids attend him to the main : This does a tunic and white vest convey, A various casket that of rich inlay,

85 And bread and wine the third. The cheerful mates Safe in the hollow poop dispose the cates : Upon the deck soft painted robes they spread, With linen cover'd, for the hero's bed,

He climb'd the lofty stern ; then gently press'd 90 The swelling couch, and lay composed to rest.

Now placed in order, the Phæacian train Their cables loose, and launch into the main: At once they bend, and strike their equal oars, And leave the sinking hills and lessening shores. 95 While on the deck the chief in silence lies, And pleasing slumbers steal upon his eyes. As fiery coursers in the rapid race Urged by fierce drivers through the dusty space, Toss their high heads, and scour along the plain: 100 So mounts the bounding vessel o’er the main. Back to the stern the parted billows flow, And the black ocean foams and roars below.

Thus with spread sails the winged galley flies ;
Less swist an eagle cuts the liquid skies; 105
Divine Ulysses was her sacred load,
A man in wisdom equal to a god!
Much danger, long and mighty toils he bore,
In storms by sea, and combats on the shore:
All which soft sleep now banish'd from his breast, 110
Wrapp'd a pleasing, deep, and deathlike rest.

But when the morning star with early ray,
Flamed in the front of heaven, and promised day,
Like distant clouds the mariner descries
Fair Ithaca's emerging hills arise.

Far from the town a spacious port appears,
Sacred to Phorcys' power, whose name it bears :
Two craggy racks projecting to the main,
The roaring wind's tempestuous rage restrain;
Within the waves in softer murmurs glide, 120
And ships secure without their halsers ride.
High at a head a branching olive grows,
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs.
Beneath, a gloomy grotto's cool recess
Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring seas, 125
Where bowls and urns were form'd of living stone,
And massy beams in native marble shone;

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