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Er'n to th' unhappy, that unjnstly bleed, By what strange fraud Ægysthus wrought, relate
Liv'd Menelaüs not in Greece! or where (On whom the virtues of thy sire descend)
Was then the martial brother's pious care? Make future times thy equal act adore,
Condemn’d perhaps some foreign shore to tread ; And be what brave Orestes was before !”
Or sure Ægystbus had not dar'd the deed." The prudent youth reply'd: “O thou the grace To whom the full of days : “Illustrious youth ! And lasting glory of the Grecian race!
Attend (though partly thou hast guest) the truth. Just was the vengeance, and to latest days
For had the martial Menelaüs found Shall long posterity resound the praise.
The ruffian breathing yet on Argive ground; Some god this arm with equal prowess bless! Nor earth had hid his carcase from the skies, And the proud suitors shall its force confess : Nor Grecian virgins shriek'd liis obsequies, Injurious men! who while my soul is sore
But fowls obscene dismember'd his remains, Of fresh affronts, are meditating more.
And dogs had torn him on the naked plains. But Heaven denies this honour to my hand,
While thus the works of bloody Mars employ'd, Nor shall my father repossess the land :
The wanton youth inglorious peace enjoy'd'; The father's fortune never to return,
He, stretch'd at ease in Argos' calm recess, And the sad son's to suffer and to mourn
(Whose stately steeds luxuriant pastures bless) Thus he; and Nestor took the word : “My son, With Aattery's insinuating art Is it tben true, as distant rumours run,
Sooth'd the frail queen, and poison'd all her hearts That crowds of rivals for thy mother's charms At first, with worthy shame and decent pride, Thy palace fill with insults and alarms?
The royal dame his lawless suit deny'da Say, is the fault, through tame submission, thine? For virtue's image yet possest her mind, Or, leagu'd against thee, do thy people join, Taught by a master of the tuneful kind : Mor'd by some oracle, or voice divine ?
Atrides, parting from the Trojan war, And yet who knows, but ripening lies in fate Consign'd the youthful consort to his care. An hour of vengeance for th' afflicted state ; True to his charge, the bard preserv'd her long When great Ulysses shall suppress these harms,
In honour's limits; such the power of song. Ulysses singly, or all Greece in arms.
But when the gods these objects of their hate But if Athena, war's triumphant maid,
Dragg’d to destruction, by the links of fate; The happy son will, as the father, aid,
The bard they banish'd from his native soil, (Whose fame and safety was her constant care And left all helpless in a desert isle: In every danger and in every war:
There he, the sweetest of the sacred train, Never on man did heavenly favour shine
Sung dying to the rocks, but sung in vain. With rays so strong, distinguish'd, and divine,
Then virtue was no more ; her guard away, As those with which Minerva mark'd thy sire)
She fell, to lust a voluntary prey. So might she love thee, so thy soul inspire !
Ev'n to the temple stalk'd th' adulterous spouse, Soon should their hopes in humble dust he laid, With impious thanks, and mockery of vows, And long oblivion of the bridal bed.” [plies) With images, with garments, and with gold; * Ab! no such hope” (the prince with sighs re
And odorous fumes from loaded altars roll'd. * Can touch my breast! that blessing Heaven denies.
“Meantime from faming Troy we cut the way, Er'n by celestial favour were it given,
With Menelaus, through the curling sea. Fortune or fate would cross the will of Heaven."
But when to Sunium's sacred point we came, “What words are these, and what imprudence Crown'd with the temple of th’ Athenian dame ; (Thus interpos'd the martial maid divine) (thine ?” | Atrides' pilot, Phrontes, there expir'd * Forgetful youth! but know, the power above (Phrontes, of all the sons of men admir'd With ease can save each object of his love; To steer the bounding bark with steady toil, Wide as his will extends his boundless grace :
When the storm thickens, and the billows boil); Nor lost in time, nor circumscrib’d by place.
While yet he exercis'd the steerman's art, Happier his lot, who, many sorrows past,
Apollo touch'd him with his gentle dart ; Long labouring gains his natal shore at last; Ev'n with the rudder in his hand he fell. Than who, too speedy, hastes to end his life To pay whose hovours to the shades of Hell, By some stern ruffian, or adulterous wife.
We check'd our haste, by pious office bound, Death only is the lot which none can mi s,
And laid our old companion in the ground. And all is possible to Heaven, but this.
And now, the rites discharg'd, our course we keep The best, the dearest favourite of the sky
Far on the gloomy bosom of the deep : Must taste that cup, for man is born to die."
Soon as Malxa's misty tops arise, Thas check'd, reply'd Ulysses' prudent heir :
Sudden the thunderer blackens all the skies, * Mentor, no more the mournful thought forbear;
And the winds whistle, and the surges roll For be no more must draw his country's breath,
Mountains on mountains, and obscure the pole. Already snatch'd by fate, and the black doom of The tempest scatters and divides our fleet : Pass se to other subjects; and engage (death! Part the storm urges on the coast of Crete. Oa themes remote the venerable sage
Where, winding round the rich Cydonian plain, (Who thrice has seen the perishable kind
The streams of Jardan issue to the main, Of men decay, and through three ages shin'd
There stands a rock, high eminent and steep, Like gods majestic, and like gods in mind).
Whose shaggy brow o'erhangs the shady deep, For mucb he knows, and just conclusions draws,
And views Gortyna on the western side; From various precedents, and various laws. On this rough Auster drove th' impetitous tide : O son of Neleus! awful Nestor, tell
With broken force the billows roli'd away, Hor be, the mighty Agamemnon, fell?.
And heard the feet into the neighbouring bay ; . VOL XIX.
Thus sar'd from death, they gain'd the Phstan Me would you leave, who boast imperial sway,
There wander'd Mi nelaus through foreign shores, Here shall the wandering stranger sind his home,
“ Well hast thou spoke,” (the blue-ey'd maid By fraud fulfill'd, and his great brother bled.
He to thy palace shall thy steps pursue;
Prescribe directions, and confirm the crew,
Who boast experience from these silver hairs;
All youths the rest, whom to this journey move
And soon as morning paints the fields of light,
go to challenge froin the Cancons bold,
Let thy strong coursers swift to Sparta bear ;
Prepare thy chariot at the dasn of day, Howe'er, my friend, indulge one labour more, And be thy son companion of his way." And seek Atrides on the Spartan shore.
Then turning with the word, Minerva flies,
And soars an eagle through the liquid skies.
But chief the reverend sage admir'd; he took (A length of occan and unbounded sky,
The hand of young Telemachus, and spoke : Which scarce the sea-fowl in a year o'erfly). "Oh, happy youth! and favour'd of the skies, Go then; to Sparta take the watery way,
Distinguish'd care of guardian deities!
Whose early years for future worth engage,
Than she, the daughter of almighty Jove,
So guide me, goddess ! so propitious shine
Submissive thus the hoary sire preferr'd
Precedes the father, follow'd by his race, Timeless, indecent, but retire to rest.”
(A long procession) timely marching home So spake Jove's daughter, the celestial maid. In comely order to the regal dome. The sober train attended and obey'd.
There when arriv’d, on thrones around him plac'd, The sacred heralds on their hands around
His sons and grandsons the wide circle grac'd.
Of social welcome, mix'd the racy wine
By ten long years refin’d, and rosy bright),
And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.
Deep in a rich alcove the prince was laid, And in their hollow bark to pass the night: And slept beneath the pompous colonnade But this the hospitable sage deny'd.
Fast by his side Pisistratus lay spread, “ Forbid it Jove! and all the gods!” he cry'd, (In age his equal) on a splendid bed: “Thus from my walls the much-lov'd son to send But in an inner court, securely clos'd, Of such a hero, and of such a friend !
The reverend Nestor and his queen repos'd. Me, as some necdy peasant, would ye leave, When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn, Whom Heaven denies the blessing to relieve? With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawa;
The old man early rose, walk'd forth, and sate And pours the wine, and bids the flames aspire : On polish'd stone before his palace-gate:
The youth with instruments surround the fire. With unguents smooth the lucid marble shone, The thighs now sacrific'd, and entrails drest, Where ancient Neleus sate, a rustic throne ; Th' assistants part, transtix, and broil the rest. But he descending to th' infernal shade,
While these officious tend the rites divine, Sage Nestor tilld it, and the sceptre sway'd. The last fair branch of the Nestorean line, His sons around him mild obeisance pay,
Sweet Polycaste, took the plea toil And dutcous take thie orders of the day.
To bathe the prince, and pour the fragrant oil. First Echepbron and Stratius quit their bed : O'er his fair limbs a flowery vest he threw, Then Perseus, Aretus, and Thrasy med;
And issued, like a god, to mortal view. The last Pisistratus arose from rest :
Ilis former seat besides the king he found
All plac'd at ease the holy banquet join,
The rage of thirst and hunger now supprest,
The smooth-hair'd horses, and the rapid car. One seek the harbour where the vessels moor,
Observant of bis word; the word scarce spoke, And bring thy friends, Telemachus ! ashore The sons obey, and join them to the yoke. (Leare only two the galley to attend);
Then bread and wine a ready handmaid brings, Another to Laertius must we send,
And presents, such as suit the state of kings. Artist divine, whose skiltui bands infold
The glittering seat Telemachus ascends; The victim's horn with circumfusile gold.
His faithful guide Pisistratus attends ; The rest may here the pious duty share,
With hasty band the ruling reins he drew : And bid the handmaids for the feast prepare, He lash'd the coursers, and the coursers fiew. The seats to range, the fragrant wood to bring, Beneath the bounding yoke alike they held And limpid waters from the living spring.”. Their equal pace, and smok'd along the tieldo
He said, and busy each his care bostow'd : The towers of Pylos sink, its views decay,
Fields after fields fly back, till close of day:
Then sunk the Sun, and darken'd all the way. The dextrous smith the tools already drew :
To Pheræ now, Diocleus' stately seat His ponderons hammer, and his anvil sound, (Of Alpheus' race), the weary youths retrcat. And the strong tongs to turn the metal round. His house affords the hospitable rite, Nor was Minerva absent from the rite,
And pleas'd they sleep (the blessing of the night).
Along the waving fields their way they hold,
Then slowly sunk the ruddy globe of light,
And o'er the shaded landscape rusb’d the night
THE CONFERENCE WITH MENELAUS. In youth by Nestor lov’d, of spotless fame,
TELEMACHUS with Pisistratus arriving at Sparta, And lov'd in age, Eurydice her name). (death;
is hospitably received by Menelaus, to whom From earth they rear him, struggling now with
he relates the cause of his coming, and learns And Nestor's youngest stops the vents of breath.
from him many particulars of what befel the The soul for ever dies : on all sides round
Greeks since the destruction of Troy. lle dwells Streams the black blood, and smokes upon the
more at large upon the prophecies of Proteus to The beast they then divide, and disunite [ground.
him in his return; from which he acquaints The ribs and limbs, observant of the rite :
Telemachus, that Clysses is detained in the On these, in double caw's involv'd with art,
island of Calypso. The choicest morsels lay from every part. The sacred sage before his altar stands,
In the mean time the suitors consult to destroy l'urns the burnt-offering with his holy hands,
Telemachus in his voyage home. Penelope
of this ; but comforted in a dream | High on a massy vase of silver mould,
In solid gold the purple vintage flows,
When thus the king with hospitable port :-
Accept this welcome to the Spartan court; Sparta whose walls a range of hills surrounds : At the fair dorne the rapid labour ends;
Then your high lineage and your names declare : Where sate Atrides 'midst his bridal friends,
Say from what scepter'd ancestry ye claim, With double vows invoking Hymen's power,
Recorded eminent in deathless fame? To bless his sons' and daughters' nuptial hour.
For vulgar parents cannot stamp their race That day, to great Achilles' son resign'd,
With signatures of such majestic grace." Hermione, the fairest of the kind,
Ceasing, benevolent he straight assigns Was sent to crown the long-protracted joy,
The royal portion of the choicest chines Espous'd before the final doom of Troy :
To each accepted friend : with grateful haste With steeds and gilded cars, a gorgeous train
They share the honours of the rich repast. Attend the nymph to Phthia's distant reign. Suffic'd, soft-whispering thus to Nestor's son, Meanwhile at home, to Megapenthes' bed
His head reclin'd, young Ithacus begun : The virgin-choir Alector's daughter led.
“ View'st thou unmov'd, O ever-honour'd most! Brave Megapenthes, from a stol'n amour
These prodigies of art, and wondrous cost! To great Atrides' age his handmaid bore :
Above, beneath, around the palace shines To Helen's bed the gods alone assign
The sumless treasure of exhausted mines : Hermione, t extend the regal line;
The spoils of elephants the roofs inlay, On whom a radiant pomp of graces wait,
And studded ainber darts a golden ray: Resembling Venus in attractive state.
Such, and not nobler, in the realms above, While this gay friendly troop the king surround, My wonder dictates, is the dome of Jove." With festival and mirth the roofs resound :
The monarch took the word, and grave reply'd : A bard amid the joyous circle sings
Presumptuous are the vaunts, and vain the pride High airs, attemper'd to the vocal strings;
Of man, who dares in pomp with Jove contest, Whilst, warbling to the varied strain, advance
Unchang'd, immortal, and supremely blest ! Two sprightly youths to form the bounding dance.
With all my affluence, wben my woes are weigh’d, 'Twas then, that, issuing through the palace gate, Envy will own the purchase dearly paid. The splendid car roll'd slow in regal state:
For eight slow-circling years by tempest tost, On the bright eminence young Nestor shone,
From Cyprus to the far Phænician coast · And fast beside him great Ulysses' son :
(Sidon the capital) I stretch'd my toil Grave Eteoneus saw the pomp appear,
Through regions fattend with the flows of Nile. And, speeding, thus address'd the royal ear:
Next, Æthiopia's utmost bound explore, “Two youths approach, whose semblant features and the parch'd borders of th’Arabian shore:
warp my voyage on the southern gales, Their blood devolving from the source of Jove.
O’er the warın Libyan wave to spread my sails : Is due reception deign'd, or must they bend
That happy clime! where each revolving year Their doubtful course to seek a distant friend ?” The teeming ewes a triple offspring bear; “ Insensate,” (with a sigh the king replies)
And two fair crescents of translucent horn “'Too long, misjndging, have I thought tace nise: The brows of all their young increase adorn ; But sure relentless folly steels thy breast,
The shepherd swains, with sure abundance blest, Obdurate to reject the stranger-guest ;
On the fat ftock and rural dainties feast; To those dear hospitable rites a foe,
Nor want of herbage makes tlie dairy fail, Which in my wanderings oft reliev'd my woe:
But every season fills the foaming pail. Fed by the bounty of another's board,
Whilst, heaping unwish'd wealth, I distant roam, Till pitying Jove my native realm restor'd
The best of brothers, at his natal home, Straight be the coursers from the car releast,
By the dire fury of a traitress wife, Conduct the youths to grace the genial feast.”
Ends the sad evening of a stormy life: The seneschal rebuk'd in haste withdrew;
Whence with incessant grief my soul annoy'd, With equal haste a menial train pursue :
These riches are possessid, but not enjoy'd ! Part led the coursers, from the car enlarg’d;
My wars, the copious theme of every tongue, Each to a crib with choicest grain surcharg'd;
To you, your fathers have recorded long : Part in a portico, profusely grac'd
How favouring Heaven repaid my glorious toils With rich magnificence, the chariot plac'd:
With a sack'd palace, and barbaric spoils.
Ob! had the gods so large a boon deny'd,
And life, the just equivalent, supply'd
To those brave warriors, who, with glory fir'd,
Far from their country in my cause expird : Or the pale radiance of the midnight Moon.
Still in short intervals of pleasing woe,
Regardful of the friendly dues I owe,
I to the glorious dead, for ever dear ! With liquid odours, and embroider'd vests. Indulge the tribute of a grateful tear. Refresh'd, they wait them to the bower of state,
But oh! Ulysses-deeper than the rest Where circled with his peers Atrides sate:
That sad idea wounds my anxious breast! Thron'd next the king, a fair attendant brings
My heart bleeds fresh with agonising pain; The purest product of the crystal springs ;
The bowl and tasteful viands tempt in sain,
Nor sleep's soft power can close my streaming eyes, And when he heard the long disastrous store When imag'd to my soul his sorrows rise.
Of cares, which in my cause Ulysses bore; No peril in my cause he ceas d to prove,
Dismay'd, heart-wounded with paternal woes, His labours equalld only by my love:
Above restraint the tide of sorrow rose : And both alike to bitter fortune born,
Cautious to let the gushing grief appear, For him to suffer, and for me to mourn!
His purple garment veil'd the falling tear.” Whether he wanders on some friendless coast,
“ See there confest,” Pisistratus replies, Or glides in Stygian gloom a pepsive ghost,
“ The genuine worth of Ithacus the wise ! No fame reveals; but, doubtful of his doom, Of that heroic sire the youth is sprung, His good old sire with sorrow to the tomb
But modest awe hath chain'd his timorous tongue : Declines his trembling steps; untimely care Thy voice, O king! with pleas'd attention heard, Withers the blooming vigour of his heir ;
Is like the dictates of a god rever'd. And the chaste partner of his bed and throne With him at Nestor's high command I came, Wastes all her widow'd hours in tender moan.” Whose age I honour with a parent's name.
While thus pathetic to the prince he spoke. By adverse destiny constrain'd to sue From the brave youth the streaming passion broke: For counsel and redress, he sues to you. Studious to veil the grief, in vain represt,
Whatever ill the friendless orphan bears, His face be shrouded with his purple vest :
Bereav'd of parents in his infant years, The conscious monarch pierc'd the coy disguise, Still must the wrong'd Telemachus sustain, And vier'd his filial love with vast surprise: If, hopeful of your aid, he hopes in vain : Dubious to press the tender theme, or wait Affianc'd in your friendly power alone, To hear the youth enquire his father's fate. The youth would vindicate the racant throne.”
In this suspence bright Helen grac'd the room; “ Is Sparta blest, and these desiring eyes Before her breath'd a gale of rich perfume. View my friend's son?" (the king exulting cries) So mores, adorn'd with each attractive grace, “ Son of my friend, by glorious toils approv'd, The silver-shafted goddess of the chase !
Whose sword was sacred to the man he lov'd : The seat of majesty Adraste brings,
Mirror of constant faith, rever'd, and mourn'd!-With art illustrious, for the pomp of kings ; When Troy was ruin'd, had the chief return'd, To spread the pall (beneath the regal chair) No Greek an equal space had e'er possest, Of softest woof, is bright Alcippe's care.
Of dear affection in my grateful breast.
I, to confirm the mutual joys we shard,
Argos the seat of sovereign rule I chose;
Fair in the plan the future palace rose, Por Polybus her lord (whose sovereign sway Where my Ulysses and his race might reign, The wealthy tribes of Pharian Thebes obey), And portion to his tribes the wide domain. When to that court Atrides came, carest
To them my vassals had resign'd a soil, With vast munificence th' imperial guest :
With teeming plenty to reward their toil. Two larers from the richest ore refin'd,
There with commutual zeal we both had strove With silver tripods, the kind host assign'd; In acts of dear benevolence and love : And bounteous from the royal treasure told Brothers in peace, not rivals in command, Ten equal talents of refulgent gold.
And death alone dissolv'd the friendly band ! Alcandra, consort of his high command,
Some envious power the blissful scene destroys; A golden distaff gave to Helen's hand;
Vanish'd are all the visionary joys :
He ceas'd; a gust of grief began to rise,
Fast streams a tide from beauteous Helen's eyes; Rivall’d the hyacinth in vernal bloom.
Fast for the sire the filial sorrows flow; The sovereign seat then Jore-born Helen press'd, The weeping monarch swells the mighty woe : And pleasing thus her scepter'd lord address'd : Thy cheeks, Pisistratus, the tears bedew, “Who grace our palace now, that friendly While pictur'd to thy mind appear'd in view pair,
Thy martial brother': on the Phrygian plain Speak they their lineage, or their names declare? Extended pale, by swarthy Memnon slain ! l'ocertain of the truth, yet uncontrol'd,
But silence soon the son of Nestor broke, Har me the boding of my breast unfold.
And, melting with fraternal pity, spoke : With wonder wrapt, on yonder cheek I trace
' Frequent, О king, was Nestor wont to raise The feature of the Ulyssean race :
And charm attention with thy copious praise : Diffus'd o'er each resembling line appear,
To crown thy various gifts, the sage assign'd In just similitude, the grace and air
The glory of a firm capacious miud : of young Telemachus ! the lovely boy,
With that superior attribute control Who bless'd Ulysses with a father's joy,,
This unavailing impotence of soul, What time the Greeks combin'd their social arms, Let not your roof with echoing grief resound, T avenge the stain of my ill-fated charms !” Now for the feast the friendly bowl is crown'd;
"Just is thy thought,” the king assenting cries, But when, from dewy shade emerging bright, " Methinks Ulysses strikes my wondering eyes ; Aurora streaks the sky with orient light, Fall shines the father in the filial frame,
Let each deplore his deed: the rites of woe