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Late with such affluence and possessions blest, For traitors wait his way, with dire design
And now in honour's glorious bed at rest?

To end at once the great Arcesian line.
Whoever was the warrior, he must be

But let us leave him to their wills above;
To fame no stranger, nor perhaps to me;

The fates of men are in the hand of Jove.
Who (so the gods, and so the fates ordaind) And now, my venerable guest! declare
Hare wander'd many a sea, and many a land." Your name, your parents, and your natire air.

“Small is the faith, the prioce and queen ascribe" Sincere from whence begun your course relate, (Reply'd Eumæus) “to the wandering tribe. And to what ship I owe the friendly freight ?" For needy strangers still to flattery fly,

Thus he: and thus (with prompt invention bold) And want too oft betrays the tongue to lye. The cautious chief his ready story told : Each vagrant traveller that touches here,

“ On dark reserve what better can prevail, Deludes with fallacies the royal ear,

Or from the fluent tongue produce the tale,
To dear remembrance makes his image rise, Than when two friends, alone, in peaceful place
And calls the springing sorrows from her eyes. Confer, and wines and cates the table grace;
Such thou may'st be. But he whose name you But most, the kind inviter's cheerful face?
Moulders in earth, or welters on the wave, (crave Thus might we sit, with social goblets crown'd,
Or food for fish or dogs his reliques lie,

Till the whole circle of the year goes round;
Or torn by birds are scatter'd through the sky. Not the whole circle of the year would close
So perish'd he : and left (for ever lost)

My long narration of a life of woes. (I came Much woe to all but sure to me the most.

But such was Heaven's high will! Know then, So mild a master never shall I find;

From sacred Crete, and from a sire of fame : Less dear the parents whom I left behind,

Castor Hylacides (the name he bore) Less soft my mother, less my father kind.

Belov'd and honour'd in his native shore ; Not with such transport would my eyes run o'er, Blest in his riches, in his children more. Again to hail them in their native shore ;

Sprung from a handmaid, from a bought embrace, As lov'd Ulysses once more to embrace,

I shar'd his kindness with his lawful race: Restor'd and breathing in his natal place.

But when that fate, which all must undergo,
That name for ever dread, yet ever dear,

From Earth remov'd him to the shades below;
Even in his absence I pronounce with fear : The large domain his greedy sons divide,
In my respect, he bears a prince's part;

And each was portion'd as the lots decide.
But lives a very brother in my heart.”

Little, alas ! was left my wretched share,
Thus spoke the faithful swain; and thus rejoin'd Except a house, a covert from the air :
The master of his grief, the nan of patient mind : But what by niggard fortune was denied,
“ Ulysses, friend ! shall view his old abodes A willing widow's copious wealth supplied.
(Distrustful as thou art;) nor doubt the gods. My valour was my plea, a gallant mind
Nor speak I rashly, but with faith averr'd, That true to honour, never lagg'd behind
And what I speak, attesting Heaven has heard. (The sex is ever to a soldier kind).
If so, a cloke and vesture be my meed;

Now wasting years my former strength confound, 'Till bis return, do title shall I plead,

And added woes have, bow'd me to the ground;
Though certain be my news, and great my need. Yet by the stubble you may guess the grain,
Whom want itself can force untruths to tell, And mark the ruins of no vulgar man.
My soul detests him as the gates of Hell."

Me, Pallas gave to lead the martial storm, “ Thou first be witness, hospitable Jove !

And the fair ranks of battle to deform : And every god inspiring sociat love;

Me, Mars inspir'd to turn the foe to flight, And witness every household power that waits And tempt the secret ambush of the night. Guards of these fires, and angel of these gates ! Let ghastly death in all his forms appear, Fre the next Moon increase or this decay,

I saw him not, it was not mine to fear. His ancient realms Ulysses shall survey,

Before the rest I rais'd my ready steel; Jo blood and dust each proud oppressor mourn, The first I mct, he yielded, or he fell. And the lost glories of his house return."

But works of peace my soul disdain'd to bear, “ Nor shall that meed be thine, nor ever more The rural labour, or domestic care. Shall lor'd Ulysses hail this happy shore"

'To raise the mast, the missile dart to wing, ( Replied Eumæus). “ To the present hour

And send swift arrows from the bounding string, Now turn thu thoughts, and 1.vs within our power. W'ere arts the gods made grateful to my mind Trorn sad reflection let my soul repose ;

'Those gods, who turn (to various ends design'd) The name of him awakes a thousand woes.

The various thonghts and talents of mankind. But guard him, gods! and to these arms restore ! Before the Grecians touch'd the Trojan plain, Not his true consort can desire him more ;

Nine times cominander or by land or main,
Not old Laertes, broken with despair;

In foreign fields I spread my glory far,
Not young Telemachus, his blooming heir. Great in the praise, rich in the spoils of war :
Alas, Teleinachus! my sorrows flow

Thence chary'd with riches, as increas'd in fame, Afresh for thee, my second canse of woe !

To Crete return'd, an honourable naine. Like some fair plant set by a heavenly hand, But when great Jove that direful war decreed, He grew, he flourish'd, and he blest the land ; Which rous'd all Greece, and made the mighty Hi all the youth his father's imagp shin'd,

Our states myself and Idomen employ

(bleed; Bright in his person, brighter in his mind.

To lead their Aeets, and carry death to Troy. What man, or god, deceiv'd his better seose, Nine years we warr'd; the tenth saw llion fall; Far on the swelling seas to wander hence ?

Homenard we sail'd, hut Heaven dispers'd us all. To distant Pylos hapless is he gone,

One only month my wife enjoy'd my stay ; To seek his father's fate, and find his own! So will'd the god who gives and takes away.

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Nine ships I mann'd, equipp'd with ready stores, Por nine long days the billows tilting o’er,
Intent to voyage to th' Egyptian shores;

The tenth soft wafts me to Thesprotia's shore.
In feast and sacrifice my chosen train [main. The monarch's son a shipwreck'd wretch reliev'd,
Six days consum'd; the seventh we plough'd the The sire with hospitable rites receiv'd,
Crete's ample fiel Is diminish to our eye;

And in his palace like a brother plac'd, Before the Boreal blasts the vessels fly;

With gifts of price and gorgeous garments grac'd. Safe through the level seas we sweep our way: While here I sojourn'd, oft I heard the fame The steer-man governs, and the ships obey. How late Ulysses to the country came, The fifth fair morn we stem th' Ægyptian tide: How lov'd, how honour'd, in this court he stay'd, And tilting o'er the bay the vessels ride :

And here his whole collected treasure lay'd; To anchor there my fellows I command,

I saw myself the vast annumber'd store And spies commission to explore the land.

Of steel elaborate and refulgent ore, Bat, sway'd by lust of gain, and headlong will, And brass high heap'd amidst the regal dome ; The coasts they ravage, and the natives kill. Immense supplies for ages yet to come ! The spreading clamour to their city dies,

Meantime he voyag'd to explore the will And horse and foot in mingled tumults rise. Of Jove, on high Dodona's holy hill, The reddening dawn reveals the circling fields, What means might best his safe return avail, Horrid with bristly spears, and glancing shields. To come in pomp, or bear a secret sail? Jove thunder'd on their side. Our guilty head Full oft has Phidon, whilst he pour'd the wine, We turn'd to fight; the gathering vengeance Attesting solemn all the powers divine, spread

That soon Ulysses would return, declar'd, On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lie dead. The sailors waiting, and the ships prepar'd, I then explor'd my thought, what course to prove ; But first the king dismiss'd me from his shores, (And sure the thought was dictated by Jove,) For fair Dulichium crown'd with fruitful stores ; Oh! had he left me to that happier doom, To good Acastus' friendly care consign'd: And sar'd a life of miseries to come!

But other counsels pleas'd the sailor's mind : The radiant helmet from my brows unlac'd New frauds were plotted by the faithless train, And low on earth my shield and javelin cast, And misery demands me once again. I met the monarch with a suppliant's face,

Soon as remote from shore they plough the wave, Approach his chariot, and his knees embrace. With ready hands they rush to seize their slave; He hear'd, he sar'd, he plac'd me at his side ; Then with these tatter'd rags they wrapp'd me My state be pity'd, and my tear he dried,

round, Restrain'd the rage the vengeful foe express'd, (Stripp'd of my own) and to the vessel bound. And turn'd the deadly weapons from my breast. At eve, at Ithaca's delightful land Pious ! to guard the hospitable rite,

The ship arriv'd: forth issuing on the land And fearing Jove, whom mercy's works delight. They sought repast ; while to th' unhappy kind,

“ In Ægypt thus with peace and plenty blest, The pitying gods themselves my chains unbind. Ilir'd (and happy still had liv'd) a guest, Soft I descended, to the sea applied On seven bright years successive blessings wait ; My naked breast, and shot along the tide. The next chang'd all the colour of my fate. Soon past beyond their sight, I left the food, A false Phænician, of insidious mind,

And took the spreading shelter of the wood. Vers'd in vile arts, and foe to human kind, Their prize escap'd the faithless pirates mour'd; With semblance fair invites me to his home; But deem'd enquiry vain, and to their ship return'd. I seiz'd the proffer (ever fond to roam)

Screen'd by protecting gods from hostile eyes, Domestic in his faithless roof I stay'd,

They led me to a good man and a wise, Till the swift Sun his annual circle made.

To live beneath thy hospitable care, To Libya then he meditates the way;

And wait the woes Heaven dooms me yet to bear.” With guileful art a stranger to betray,

Unhappy guest !whose sorrows touch mymind!" And sell to bondage in a foreign land :

(Thus good Eumæus with a sigh rejoin'd)
Much doubting. yet compellid, I quit the strand. “ For real sufferings since I grieve sincere,
Through the mid seas the nimble pinnace sails, Check not with fallacies the springing tear;
Aloof from Crete, before the northern gales : Nor turn the passion into groundless joy
But when remote her chalky cliffs we lost,

For him, whom Heaven bas destin'd to destroy. And far from ken of any other coast,

Oh! had he perish'd on some well-fought day, When all was wild expanse of sea and air ;

Or in his friend's embraces died away! Then doom'd high Jove due vengeance to prepare,

That grateful Greece with streaming eyes might He hang a night of horrours o'er their head (The shaded ocean blacken'd as it spread); Historic marbles, to record his praise : He lanch'd the fiery bolt; from pole to pole His praise, eternal on the faithful stone, Broad burst the lightnings, deep the thunders roll; Had with transmissive honours grac'd his sone In giddy rounds the whirling ship is tost,

Now snatch'd by harpies to the dreary coast, And all in clouds of smothering sulphur lost. Sunk is the hero, and his glory lost ! As from a hanging rock's tremendous height, While pensive in this solitary den, The sable crows with intercepted flight Thue : Tar from gay cities and the ways of men, Drop headlong : scarr'd and black with sulphurous I linger life; nor to the court repair, So from the deck are hurl'd the ghastly crew. But when the constant queen commands my care ; Such end the wicked found ! but Jove's intent Or when, to taste her hospitable board, Was yet to save th' oppress'd and innocent. Some guest arrives, with rumours of her lord; Placed on the mast (the last recourse of life) And these indulge their want, and those their woe, With winds and waves I beld unequal strife ; And here the tears, and there the goblets fow,

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By many such I have been warn'!; but chief The rural tribe in common share the rest,
By one tolian robb’d of all belief,

The king the chine, the honour of the feast,
Whose hap it was to this our roof to roam,

Who sate delighted at his servant's board ; For inurder banish'd from his native home,

The faithful servant joy'd his unknown lord. He swore, Ulysses on the coast of Crete

“ Oh! be thou dear (Ulysses cry'd) to Jove, Staid but a season to refit his fleet;

As well thou claim'st a grateful stranger's love !» A few revolving months should waft him o'er, “ Be then thy thanks” (the bounteous swain reFraught with bold warriors, and a boundless store. Enjoyment of the good the gods provide. (ply'd) O thou! whom age has taught to understand, From God's own hand descend our joys and woes; And Heaven has guided with a favouring hand! These he decrees, and he but suffers those : On god or mortal to obtrnde a lie

All power is his, and whatsoe'er he wills,
Forbear, and dread to fatter as to die.

The will itself, omnipotent, fulfils.”
Not for such ends my house and heart are free, This said, the first-fruits to the gods he gave ;
But dear respect to Jove and charity."

Then pourd of offer'd wine the sable wave:
And why, Oswain, of unbelieving mind;" In great Ulysses' hand he plac'd the bowl,.
(Tons quick reply'd the wisest of mankind) He sate, and sweet refection cheer'd his soul.
“ Doubt you my oath ? yet more my faith to try, The bread from cannisters Mesaulius gave,
A solemn compact let us ratify,

(Eumæus' proper treasure bought this slave, And witness every power that rules the sky ! And led from Taphos, to attend his board, If here Ulysses from his labours rest,

A servant added to his absent lord) Be then my prize a tunic and a vest;

His task it was the wheaten loaves to lay, And, where my hopes invite me, straight transport And from the banquet take the bowls away. In safety to Dulichium's friendly court.

And now the rage of hunger was repressid, But, if he greets not thy desiring eye,

And each betakes him to bis couch to rest. Hurl me from yon dread precipice on high ; Now came the night, and darkness cover'd o'er The due reward of fraud and perjury.” (mine" The face of things; the winds began to roar :

“ Doobiless, O guest! great laud and praise were The driving storm the watery west-wind pours, (Reply'd the swain for spotless faith divine) And Jove descends in deluges of showers. “ If, after social rites and gifts bestow'd,

Studious of rest and warmth, Ulysses lies, I stain'd my hospitable hearth with blood,

Foreseeing from the first the storm would rise ; How would the gods my righteous toils succeed, In mere necessity of coat and cloak, And bless the hand that made a stranger bleed? With artful preface to his bost he spoke: (grace , No more--th' approaching hours of silent night Hear me, my friends!: who this good banquet First claim reflection, then to rest invite;

'Tis sweet to play the fool in time and place, Beneath'our humble cottage let us haste,

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, And here, unenvy'd, rural dainties taste." Make the sage frolic, and the serious sinile, Thus commun'd these; while to their lowly The grave in merry measures frisk about, dome

And many a long-repented word bring out. The full-fed swine return'd with evening home; Since to be talkative I now commence, Compell’d, reluctant, to the several sties,

Let wit cast off the sullen yoke of sense. [days !) With din obstreperous, and ungrateful cries. Once I was strong (would Hearen restore those Then to the slaves" Now from the herd the best And with my betters claim'd my share of praise. Select, in honour of our foreign guest :

Ulysses, Menelaus, led forth a band, (mand ;) With himn let us the genial banquet share,

And join'd me with them ('twas their own com. For great and many are the griefs we bear : A deathful anibush for the foe to lay, While those whọ from our labours beap their board, Beneath Troy's walls by night we took our way: Blasphere their feeder, and forget their loril." There clad in arms, along the marshes spread,

"Thus speaking, with dispatchful hand he took We made the osier-fringed hank our bed, A weighty ax, and cleft the solid oak;

Full soon th' inclemency of Heaven I feel, This on the earth he pil'd; a boar full fed, Nor had these shoulders covering but of steel, Of five years age, before the pile was led : Sharp blew the north ; snow whitening all the fields The swain, wbom acts of piety delight,

Froze with the blast, and gathering glaz'd our Observant of the gods, begins the rite;

shields. First shears the forehead of the bristly boar, There all but I, well fenc'd with cloak and vest, And suppliant stands, invoking every power Lay cover'd by their ample shields at rest. To speed Ulysses to his native shore.

Fool that I was ! I left behind my own; A knotty stake then aiming at his head,

The skill of weather and of winds unknown,
Down dropt he groaning, and the spirit fled. And trusted to my coat and shield alone!
The scorching flames climb round on every side : When now was wasted more than half the night,
Then the sing'd members they with skill divide; And the stars faded at approaching light;
On these, jo rolls of fat involv'd with ait,

Sudden I jogg'd Ulysses, who was laid
The choicest morsels lay from every part. (threw: Fast by my side, and shivering thus I said :
Some in the flames, bestrow'd with flour, they “ . Here longer in this field I cannot lie;
Some cnt in fragments, from the forks they drew; The winter pinches, and with cold I die,
These while on several tables they dispose,

And die asham'd (O wisest of mankind)
As priest himself the blameless rustic rose; The only fool who left his cloak behind.'
Export the destin'd victim to dis-part

“ He thought, and answer'd : hardly waking yet, In seyen just portions, pure of hand and heart. Sprung in his mind the momentary wit Qne sacred to the nymphs apart they lay; (That wit, which or in council, or in fight, Another to the vingeu son of May..

Still met th' emergence, and determin'd right.)

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* Hush thee,' he cry'd, (soft whispering in my ear) sending the vessel to the town, proceeds Ly hims "Speak not a worel, lest any Greck may hear- self to the lodge of Eumæus. And then (supporting on his arm his head) • Hear me, companions ?' (thus aloud he said) • Methinks too distant from the fleet we lie: Now had Minerva reach'd those ample plains, Er'n now a vision stood before my eye,

Fam'd for the dance, where Menelaus reigns ;* And sure tue warning vision was from high : Anxious she flies to great Ulysses' heir, Let from among us some swift courier rise,

His instant voyage ehalleng'd all her care. Haste to the general, and demand supplies.' Beneath the royal portico display'd,

Upstarted Thoas straight, Andræmnon's son, With Nestor's son, Telemachus was lay'd; Dimbly he rose, and cast iris garments down ; In sleep profound the son of Nestor lies; Instant, the racer vanish!d off the ground; Not thine, Ulysses ! Care unseald his eyes : That instant, in his cloak I wrapp'd me round: Restless he griev'd, with various fears oppress’d, And safe I slept, till brightly dawning shone And all thy fortunes roll'd within his breast. The morn conspicuous on her golden throne. When, “o Telemachus !" (the goddess said)

“Oh, were my strength as then, as then my age!“ Too long in vain, too widely hast thon stray'd. Some friend would fence me from the winter's rage. Thus leaving careless thy paternal right Yet, tatter'd as I look, I challeng'd then

The robber's prize, the prey to lawless might. The honours and the offices of men :

On fond pursuits neglectful wbile you roam, Some master, or some servant, would allow Ev'n now the hand of rapine sacks the dome. A cloak and vest---but I am nothing now !" Hence to Atrides ; and bis leave implore

"Well hast thou spoke" (rejoind th' attentive To lanch thy vessel for thy natal shore ; “Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain! (swain) Fly, whilst thy mother virtuous yet withstands Nor garment shalt thou want, nor aught beside, Her kindred's wishes, and her sire's commands; Meet for the wandering suppliant to provide. Through both Eurymachus pursues the dame, But in the morning take thy clothes again, And with the noblest gifts asserts his claimn. For here one vest suffices every swain ;

Hence, therefore, while thy stores thy own remain; No change of garments to our hinds is known : Thou know?st the practice of the female train : But, when return'd, the good Ulysses' son

Lost in the children of the present spouse With better hand shall grace with fit attires They slight the pledges of their former vows; His guest, and send thee where thy soul desires.) Their love is always with the lover past;

Toe honest herdsman rose, as this he said, Still the succeeding flame.expels the last. And drew before the hearth the stranger's bed : Let o'er thy house some chosen maid preside, The fleecy spoils of sheep, a goat's rough hide Till Heaven decrees to bless thee in a bride. He spreads; and adds a mantle thick and wide ; But now thy more attentive ears incline, With store to heap above him, and below, Observe the warnings of a power divine : And guard each quarter as the tempests blow. For thee their snares the suitor lords shall lay There lay the king and all the rest supine ;

In Samos' sands, or straits of Ithaca ; All, but the careful master of the swine:

To seize thy life shall lurk the murderous band, Forth hasted he to tend his bristly care;

Ere yet thy footsteps press thy native land.
Well arm'd, and fenc'd against nocturnal air; No--sooner far their riot and their lust
His weighty falchion o'er his shoulder tied : All-covering earth shall bury deep in dust!
His shaggy cloak a mountain goat supplied :

Then distant from the scatter'd islands steer,
With his broad spear, the dread of dogs and men,

For let the night retard thy full career; He seeks his lodging in the rocky den.

Thy heavenly guardian shall instruct the gales, There to the tusky herd he bends his way,

[lay. To smooth thy passage, and supply thy sails : Where, screen'd from Boreas, high o'er-arch'd they And when at Ithaca thy labour ends,

Send to the town thy vessel with thy friends;
But seek thou first the master of thy swine

(For still to thee his loyal thoughts incline);
THE ODYSSEY.

There pass the night: while he his course pursues
To bring Penelope the wish’d-for news,
That thou, safe sailing from the Pylian strand,

Art come to bless her in thy native land.”
POOK XV.

Thus spoke the goddess, and resum'd her flight,
To the pure regions of eternal light.

Meanwhile Pisistratus he gently shakes,
ARGUMENT.

And with these words the slumbering youth awakes:

“Rise, son of Nestor! for the road prepare, And join the harness'd coursers to the car.

“ What cause,” he cried, “ can justify our flight, The goddess Minerva commands Telemachus in a vision to return to Ithaca. Pisistratus and he Here wait we rather, till approaching day

To tempt the dangers of forbidden night? take leave of Menelaus, and arrive at Pylos, shall prompt our speed, and point the ready way. where they part; and Telemachus sets sail, Nor think of fight before the Spartan king after having received on board Theoclymenus Shall bid farewell, and bounteous presents bring ; the soothsayer. The scene then changes to the Gifts, which, to distant ages safely stor'd, cottage of Eumæus, who entertains Ulysses The sacred act of friendship shall record.” (east, witb a recital of bis adventures. In the mean Thus he. But when the dawn bestreak'd the Lime Telemachus arrives on the coast, and, I The king from Helen rose, and sought his guest.

THE RETURN OF TELEMACHUS.

As soon as his approach the hero knew,

The beauteous queen, advancing next, display'd The splendid mantle round bim first he threw, The shining veil, and thus endearing said : Then o'er bis ample shoulders whirl'd the cloak, Accept, dear youth, this monument of love, Respectful met the monarch, and bespoke : Long since, in better days, by Helen wore:

“ Hail great Atrides, favour'd of high Jove ! Safe in thy mother's care the vesture lay, Let not thy friends in vain for licence move. To deck thy bride, and grace thy nuptial day. Swift let us measure back the watery way, Meantime may'st thou with happiest speed regain Nor check our speed, impatient of delay." Thy stately palace, and thy wide domain”

“ If with desire so strong thy bosom glows, She said, and gave the veil; with grateful look III, said the king, should I thy wish oppose ; The prince the variegated present took. For oft in others freely I reprove

And now, when through the royal dome they pass'd, The ill-tim'd efforts of officious love ;

High on a throne the king each stranger plac'd. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, d golden ewer th'attendant damsel brings, And both the golden mean alike condemn. Replete with water from the crystal springs; Alike he thwarts the hospitable end,

With copious streams the shining vase supplies Who drives the free, or stays the hasty friend ; A silver laver of capacious size. True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, They wash. The tables in fair order spread, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. The glittering cannisters are crown'd with bread, Yet stay, my friends, and in your chariot take Viands of various kinds allure the taste, The noblest presents that our love can make : Of choicest sort and savour ; rich repast ! Meantime commit we to our women's care, Whilst Eteonus portions out the shares, Some choice domestic viands to prepare ;

Atrides' son the purple draught prepares. The traveller, rising from the banquet gay, And now (each sated with the genial feast, Eludes the labours of the tedious way.

And the short rage of thirst and hunger ceas'd) Then if a wider course shall rather please

Ulysses' son, with his illustrious friend, Through spacious Argos, and the realms of Greece, The horses join'd, the polish'd car ascend. Atrides in his chariot shall attend ;

Along the court the fiery steeds rebound, Himself thy convoy to each royal friend.

And the wide portal echoes to the sound. No prince will let Ulysses' heir remove

The king precedes; a bowl with fragrant wine Without some pledge, some monument of love : (Libation destin'd to the powers divine) These will the caldron, these the tripod give, His right-band held : before the steeds he stands, From those the well-pair'd mules we shall receive, Then, mix'd with prayers, he utters these com. Or bowl emboss'd whose golden figures live.”.

mands: To whom the youth, for prudence fam'd, re- “Farewell, and prosper, youths! let Nestor know plied :

What grateful thoughts still in this bosom glow, “O monarcb, care of Heaven! thy people's pride! For all the proofs of his paternal care, No friend in Ithaca my place supplies,

Through the long dangers of the ten years' war." No powerful hands are there, no watchful eyes : "Ah! doubt not our report” (the prince rejoin'd) My stores expos'd and fenceless house demand “Of all the virtues of thy generous mind. The speediest succour from my guardian hand; And oh! return'd might we Ulysses meet! Lest, in a search too anxious and too vain To him thy presents show, thy words repeat : Of one lost joy, I lose what yet remain.”

How will each speech his grateful wonder raise ! His purpose when the generous Warrior heard, How will each gift indulge us in thy praise !" He charg'd the household cates to be prepar'd. Scarve ended thus the prince, when on the right Now with the dawn fom his adjoining home, Advanc'd the bird of Jore : auspicious sight! Was Boethædes Eleonus come;

A milk-white fowl his clinching ialons bore, Swift as the word he forms the rising blaze, With care domestic pamper'd at the floor. And o’es the coals the smoking fragments lays. Peasants in vain with threatening cries pursue, Meantime the king, his son, and Helen, went In solemn speed the bird majestic flew Where the rich wardrobe breath'd a costly scent. Full dexter to the car: the prosperous sight The king selected from the glittering rows

Fill'd every breast with wonder and delight. A bowl ; the prince a silver beaker chose.

But Nestor's son the cheerful silence broke, The beauteous queen revolv'd with careful eyes And in these words the Spartan chief bespoke : Her various textures of unnumber'd dyes,

"Say, if to us the gods these omens send, And chose the largest ; with no vulgar art Or fates peculiar to thyself portend ?" (press'd, Her own fair hands embroider'd every part:

Whilst yet the monarch paus'd with doubts op Beneath the rest it lay divinely bright,

The beauteous queen reliev'd his labouring breast. Like radiant Hesper o'er the gems of night.

“ Hear me," she cried, “ to whom the gods have Then with each gift they hasten'd to their guest,

given And thus the king Ulysses' heir address'd : To read this sign, and mystic sense of Heaven.

“ Since fir'd are thy resolves, may thundering As thus the plumy sovereign of the air With happiest omens thy desires approve! (Jove Left on the mountain's brow his callow care, This silver bowl, whose costly margins shine And wander'd through the wide ethereal way Enchas'd with gold, this valued gift be thine ; 'To pour his wrath on yon luxurious prey; To me this present of Vulcanian frame,

So shall thy godlike father, toss'd in vain From Sidon's hospitable monarch came ;

Through all the dangers of the boundless main, To thee we now consign the precious load, Arrive (or is, perchance, already come) The pride of kings and labour of a god.”

From slaughter'd gluttons to release the dome." Then gave the end; while Megape nthe brought “Oh! if this promis'd bliss by thundering Jove" The silver vase with living sculpture wrought. (The prince replied) "stard fu'd in fate above;

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