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The thighs thus offer'd, and the entrails dress'd, 429 They roast the fragments, and prepare the feast.

“'Twas then soft slumber fled my troubled brain; Back to the bark I speed along the main. When lo! an odour from the feast exhales, Spreads o'er the coast, and scents the tainted gales ; A chilly fear congeald my vital blood,

435 And thus, obtesting Heaven, I mourn'd aloud:

“Oh sire of men and gods, immortal Jove! Oh all ye blissful powers that reign above! Why were my cares beguiled in short repose ? Oh fatal slumber, paid with lasting woes! 440 A deed so dreadful all the gods alarms, Vengeance is on the wing, and Heaven in arms !'

“ Meantime Lampetie mounts the aerial way, And kindles into rage the god of day: “ Vengeance, ye powers,' he cries, and thou whose hand

445 Aims the red bolt, and hurls the writhen brand ! Slain are those herds which I with pride survey, When through the ports of heaven i pour the day, Or deep in ocean plunge the burning ray. Vengeance, ye gods ! or I the skies forego, 450 And bear the lamp of heaven to shades below.' “ To whom the thundering Power : Oh source of

day! Whose radiant lamp adorns the azure way, Still may thy beams through heaven's bright portals

rise, The joy of earth, and glory of the skies; 455 Lo! my red arm I bare, my thunders guide, To dash the offenders in the whelming tide.'

" To fair Calypso, from the bright abodes, Hermes convey'd these counsels of the gods.

“ Meantime from man to man my tongue exclaims, My wrath is kindled, and my soul in flames. 461 In vain! I view perform'd the direful deed, Beeves, slain by heaps, along the ocean bleed.

* Now Heaven gave signs of wrath; along the ground

464 Crept the raw hides, and with a bellowing sound Roard the dead limbs; the burning entrails groan'd. Six guilty days my wretched mates employ In impious feasting, and unhallow'd joy; The seventh arose, and now the sire of gods Rein'd the rough storms, and calm’d the tossing floods :

470 With speed the bark we climb; the spacious sails Loosed from the yards invite the impelling gales. Pass'd sight of shore, along the surge we bound, And all above is sky, and ocean all around; When lo! a murky cloud the Thunderer forms 475 Full o'er our heads, and blackens heaven with storms. Night dwells o'er all the deep: and now outflies The gloomy west, and whistles in the skies. The mountain billows roar! the furious blast Howls o'er the shroud, and rends it from the mast: The mast gives way, and crackling as it bends, 481 Tears up the deck; then all at once descends : The pilot, by the tumbling ruin slain, Dash'd from the helm, falls headlong in the main. Then Jove in anger bids his thunders roll, 485 And forky lightnings flash from pole to pole: Fierce at our heads his deadly bolt he aims, Red with uncommon wrath, and wrapp'd in flames; Full on the bark it fell; now high, now low, Toss'd and retoss'd, it reeld beneath the blow; 490 At once into the main the crew it shook : Sulphureous odours rose, and smouldering smoke. Like fowl that haunt the floods, they sink, they rise, Now lost, now seen, with shrieks and dreadful cries; And strive to gain the bark; but Jove denies. 495 Firm at the helm I stand, when fierce the main Rush'd with dire noise, and dash'd the sides in

twain; Again impetuous drove the furious blast, Snapt the strong helm, and bore to sea the mast.

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 oard 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 ?"



The 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

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;


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)

30 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; 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.


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