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On which the labours of the nymphs were rolid,
Their webs divine of purple mix'd with gold.
Within the cave the clustering bees attend 130
Their waxen works, or from the roof depend.
Perpetual waters o'er the pavement glide ;
Two marble doors unfold on either side;
Sacred the south, by which the gods descend;
But mortals enter at the northern end.

Thither they bent, and haul'd their ship to land;
(The crooked keel divides the yellow sand ;)
Ulysses sleeping on his couch they bore,
And gently placed him on the rocky shore.
His treasures next, Alcinous' gifts, they laid 140
In the wild olive's unfrequented shade,
Secure from theft; then launch'd the bark again,
Resumed their oars, and measured back the main.
Nor yet sorgot old ocean's dread supreme
The vengeance vow'd for eyeless Polypheme. 145
Before the throne of mighty Jove he stood,
And sought the secret counsels of the god.

* Shall then no more, oh 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 soft Phæacians, my degenerate race! Against yon destined head in vain I swore, And menaced 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 ianded, careless and asleep, From all the eluded dangers of the deep; Lo where he lies, amid 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 the inimortal 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

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Revered 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 unlicensed thus to brave the main. 175 Full in their port a shady hill shall rise, If such thy will." “We will it,” Jove replies. “ Ev’n 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 sail, and seeni alone. The trembling crowds shall see the sudden shade Of whelming mountains overhang their head!" With that the god whose earthquakes rock the

ground Fierce to Phæacia cross'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. Aghast the Scherians stand in deep surprise ; 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-predestined day!” he cries; “Oh certain faith of ancient prophecies ! These ears have heard my royal sire disclose A dreadful story, big with future woes; How moved with wrath, that careless we convey Promiscuous every guest to every bay,.

201 Stern Neptune raged; and how by his command Firm rooted in the surge a ship should stand ;

(A monument of wrath ;) and mound on mound 204 Should hide our walls, or whelm beneath the ground.”

“ The fates have follow'd as declared the seer. Be humbled, nations ! and your monarch hear. No more unlicensed brave the deeps, no more With every stranger pass from shore to shore: On angry Neptune now for mercy call ;

210 To his high name let twelve black oxen fall. So may the god reverse his purposed 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 :

215 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, 220 Released from sleep, and round him might survey The solitary shore and rolling sea. Yet had his mind through tedious absence lost The dear resemblance of his native coast; Besides, Minerva, to secure her care,

225 Diffused 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 injured lord.

230 Now all the land another prospect bore, Another port appear'd, another shore, And long-continued ways, and winding floods, And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown

woods. Pensive and slow, with sudden grief oppress'd, 235 The king arose, and beat his careful breast, Cast 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 wo, And as he spoke, the tears began to flow.

240 HOM. III.N

“ Ye gods," he cried,“ upon what barren coast, In what new region, is Ulysses toss'd ? 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 sad owner fly? Ah why did Í Alcinous' grace implore ? Ah why forsake Phæacia's happy shore ? Some juster prince perhaps had entertain'd, And safe restored me to my native land. 250 Is this the promised, long-expected coast, And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast ? Oh righteous gods! of all the great, how few Are just to Heaven, and to their promise true! But he, the power to whose all-seeing eyes

255 The deeds of men appear without disguise, "Tis his alone to avenge the wrongs I bear: For still the oppress'd 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 sands he ranged his wealthy store, The gold, the vests, the tripods number'd o'er: All these he found, but still in error lost, Disconsolate 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 wise, Celestial Pallas, stood before his eyes ; In show a youthful swain, of form divine, Who seem'd descended from some princely line. A graceful robe her slender body dress'd; 271 Around her shoulders flew the waving vest, 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'st in this desert place! With joy to thee, as to some god, I bend, To thee my treasures and myself commend.


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Oh tell a wretch in exile doom'd to stray,
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 far clime," said she, “ remote from

Arrivest thou here, a stranger to our name?
Thou seest an island, not to those unknown 285
Whose hills are brighten’d by the rising sun,
Nor those that placed beneath his utmost reign
Behold him sinking in the western main.
The rugged soil 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 : The loaded trees their various fruits produc And clustering grapes afford a generous juice: 294 Woods crown our mountains, and in every grove The bounding goats and frisking heifers rove: Soft rains and kindly dews refresh the field, And rising springs eternal verdure yield. Ev'n to those shores is Ithaca renown'd,

299 Where Troy's majestic ruins strew the ground.”

At this the chief with transport was possess'd, His panting heart exulted in his breast: Yet, well dissembling his untimely joys, And veiling truth in plausible disguise, Thus, with an air sincere, in fiction bold, 305 His ready tale the inventive hero told ·

46 Oft have I heard in Crete this island's name; For 'twas from Crete, my native soil, I came, Self-banish'd thence. I sail'd before the wind, And left my children and my friends behind.

310 From fierce Idomeneus' revenge I flew, Whose son, the swift Orsilochus, I slew, With brutal force he seized my Trojan prey, Due to the toils of many a bloody day. Unseen I 'scaped, and favour'd by the night, 315 In a Phænician vessel took my flight,

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