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If this, when Helen was the cause, were done; Seoffer, behold what gratitude we bear : What for thy country wow, thy queen, thy son? The victim's heel is answer'd with this spear." Rise then in combat, at my side attend;

Ulysses brandish'd high his vengeful steel, Observe what vigour gratitude can lend,

And Damastorides that instant fell;
And foes how weak, oppos'd against a friend !" Hast by, Leocritus expiring lay,

She spoke; but, willing longer to survey The prince's javelin tore its bloody way
The sire and son's great acts, withheld the day ; Through all his bowels : down he tumbles prone,
By farther toils decreed the brave to try,

His batter'd front and brains besmear the stone. and level pois'd the wings of victory :

Now Pallas shines confess'd ! aloft she spreads Then with a change of form eludes their sight, The arm of vengeance o'er their guilty heads; Perch'd like a swallow on a rafter's height, The dreadful ægis blazes in their eye; And unperceiv'd enjoys the rising fight.

Amaz'd they see, they tremble, and they fly : Damasto's son, bold Agelaus, leads

Confus'd, distracted, through the rooms they fing, The guilty war; Eurynomus succeeds;

Like oxen madden'd by the breeze's sting, With thcse, Pisander, great Polyctor's son, When sultry days, and long, succeed the gentle Sage Polybus, and stern Amphimedon,

spring. With Demoptolemus: these six survive;

Not half so keen fierce vultures of the chase The best of all, the shafts had left alive.

Stoop from the mountains on the feather'd race, Amidst the carnage desperate as they stand, When, the wide field extended snares beset, Thus Agelaus rous'd the lagging band.

With conscious dread they shun the quivering net: “The hour is come, when yon fierce man no more No help, no flight : but, wounded every way, With bleeding princes shall bestrow the floor. Headlong they drop : the fowlers seize the prey. LO! Mentor leaves him with an empty boast; On all sides thus they double wound on wound, The fuur remain, but four against an host. In prostrate heaps the wretches beat the ground, Let each at once discharge the deadly dart, Unmanly shrieks precede each dying groan, One sure of six shall reach Ulysses' heart :

And a red deluge Aoats the reeking stone. The rest must perish, tbeir great leader slain ; Lejodes first before the victor falls; Thus shall one stroke the glory lost regain.” The wretched augur thus for mercy calls;

Thep all at once their mingled lances threw, “Oh gracious hear! nor let thy suppliant bleed : And thirsty all of one man's blood they flew ; Still undishonour'd, or by word or deed, In vain! Minerva turn'd them with her breath, Thy house, for me, remains ; by me repress'd And scatter'd short, or vide, the points of death; Full oft was check'd th' injustice of the rest : With deaden'd sound, one on the threshold falls, Averse they heard me when I counsell'd well, One strikes the gate, one rings against the walls : Their hearts were hardend, and they justly fell, The storm pass'd innocent. The godlike man Oh ! spare an augur's consecrated bead, Now loftier trod, and dreadful thus began: (throw Nor add the blameless to the guilty dead !" " 'Tis now (brave friends) our turn, at once to “ Priest as thou art! for that detested band (So speed them Heaven) our javelios at the foe. Thy lying prophecies deceiv'd the land: That impious race to all their past misdeeds Against Ulysses bave thy vows been made, Would aud our blood. Injustice still proceeds." For them, thy daily orisons were paid :

He spoke : at once their fiery lances flew : Yet more, ev'n to our bed thy pride aspires : Great Demoptolemus Ulysses slew;

One common crime one common fate requires." Euryades receiy'd the prince's dart;

Thus speaking, from the ground the sword he took The goatherd's quiver'd in Pisander's heart; Which Agelaus' dying hand forsook ; Pierce Elatus by thine, Eumæus, falls;

Full through his neck the weighty falchion spel; Their fall in thunier echoes round the walls. Along the pavement roll'd the muttering head. The rest retreat ; the victors now advance,

Phemius alone the hand of vengeance spar'd, Each from the dead resumes his bloody lance. Phemius the sweet, the Heaven-instructed bard. Again the foe discharge the steely shower ; Beside the gate the reverend minstrel stands; Again made frustrate uy the virgin power.

The lyre, now silent, trembling in his bands; Some, turn'd by Pallas, on the threshold fall; Dubious to supplicate the chief, or fly Some wound the gate, some ring against the wall ; To Jove's inviolable altar nigh, Some weak, or ponderous with the brazen head, Where oft Laërtes holy vows bad paid, Drop harmless on the pavement sounding dead. And oft Ulysses smoking victims laid.

Then bold Arnphimedon his javelin cast; His honour'd harp with care he first set down, Thy hand, Telemachus, it lightly raz'd :

Between the laver and the silver throne; And fro'n Ctesippus' arm the spear elanc'd Then prostrate stretch'd before the dreadful man, On good Enmæus' shield and :houlder glanc'd: Persuasive, thus with accent soft began : Not lessen'd of their force (so slight the wound) “O king! to mercy be thy soul inclin'd, Each sung along, and dropp'd upon the ground. And spare the poet's ever gentle kind; Fate doom'd the next, Eurydamus, to bear A deed like this thy future fame would wrong; Thy death, ennobled by Ulysses' spear.

For dear to gods and men is sacred song. By the bold son Amphimedon was slain :

Self-taught I sing ; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, And Polybus renown'd, the faithful swain.

The genuine seeds of poesy are sown ;
Picre'd through the breast the rude Ctesippus bled, And (what the gods bestow) the lofty lay,
And thus Philætius gloried o'er the dead. (dain; The gods alone, and godlike worth, we pay.

"There end thy pompous vaunts and high dis- Save then the poet, and thyself reward;
Oh! sharp in scandal, voluble, and vain! ”Tis thine to merit, mine is to record.
How weak is mortal pride! To Heaven alone That here I sung, was force, and not desire;
Th' event of actions and our fates are known; This hand reluctant touch'd the warbling wire;

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And let thy son attest, nor sordid pay,

Taught by my care to cull the fleece, or weavo, Nor servile fattery, stain’d the moral lay." And sertitude with pleasing tasks deceive; The moving words Teleinachus attends,

Of these, twice six pursue their wicked way, His sire approaches, and the bard defends.

Nor me, nor chaste Penelope obey ;
“Oh! mix not, father, with those impious dead Nor fits it that 'Telemacbus command
The man divine ; forbear that sacred head ! (Young as he is) his mother's female band.
Medon, the herald, too our arms may spare,

Hence to the upper chambers let me fly,
Medon, who made my infancy his care ;

Where slumbeis soft now close the royal eye ; If yet he breathes, permit thy son to give

There wake her with the news"--the matron cry'd. Thus much to gratitude, and bid him live.” “ Not so,” (Ulysses more sedate reply'd) [deeds :"

Beneath a table, trembling with dismay, “Bring first the crew who wronght these guilty Couch'd close to earth, unhappy Medon lay, In haste the matron parts; the king procetds : Wrapp'd in a new-slain ox's ample hide :

“Now to dispose the dead, the care remains Swift at the word he cast his screep aside,

To you, my son, and you, my faithful swains ; Sprung to the prince, embrac'd his knee with tears, Th' offending females to that task we doom, And thus with grateful voice address'd his ears : To wash, to scent, and purify the room.

“ O prince! O friend ! lo! here thy Medon These (every table cleans'd, and every throne, Ah! stop the hero's unresisted hands, (stands ; | And all the melancholy labour done) Incens'd too justly by that impious brood

Drive to yon court, without the palace wall, Whose guilty glories now are set in blood.” There the revenging sword shall smite thein all ; To whom Ulysses with a pleasing eye:

So with the suitors let them mix in dust, " Be bold, on friendship and my son rely ; Stretch'd in a long oblivion of their lust." Live an example for the world to read,

He said : the lamentable train appear, How much more safe the good than evil deed : Each vents a groan, and drops a tender tear; Thou, with the Heaven-taught bard, in peace resort | Each heav'd her mournful burthen, and beneath From blood and carnage to yon open court : The porch, depos'd the ghastly heaps of death. Me other work requires"-With timorous awe The chief severe, compelling each to move, From the dire scene th' exempted two withdraw, Urg'd the dire task imperious from above. Scarce sure of life, look round, and trembling With thirsty sponge they rub the tables o'er,

(The swains unite their toil) the walls, the floor, To the bright altars of protector Jove."

Wash'd with th'effusive wave, are purg'd of gore, Meanwhile Ulysses search'd the dome, to find Once more the palace set in fair array, If yet there live of all th' offending kind.

To the base court the females take their way ; Not one! complete the bloody tale he found, There compass'd close between the dome and wall, All steep'd in blood, all gasping on the ground. (Their life's last scene) they trembling wait their So when, by hollow shores, the fisher train

fall. Sweep with their arching nets the hoary main, Then thus the prince : “To these shall we afford And scarce the meshy toils the copious draught A fate so pure as by the martial sword? All naked of their element and bare, [contain, To these, the nightly prostitutes to shame, The fishes pant and gasp in thinner air !

And base revilers of our house and name "" Wide o'er the sands are spread the stiffening prey, Thus speaking, on the circling wall he strung Till the warm Sun exhales their soul away. A ship's tough cable, from a column bung;

And now the king commands his son to call Near the high top he strain’d it strongly round, Old Euryclea to the deathful hall:

Whence no contending foot could reach the ground. The son observant not a moment stays :

Their heads abore connected in a row, The aged governess with speed obeys:

They beat the air with quivering feet below : The sounding portals instant they display; Thus, on some tree hung strnggling in the share, The matron moves,

the prince directs the way. The doves or thrushes flap their wings in air, On heaps of death the stern Ulysses stood,

Soon fed the soul impure, and left behind All black with dust, and cover'd thick with blood. The empty corse to waver with the wind, So the grim lion from the slaughter comes,

Then forth they led Melanthius, and began Dreadful he glares, and terribly he foams, Their bloody work : they lopp'd away the man, His breast with marks of carnage painted o'er, Morsel for dogs! then trimm'd with brazen sheens, His jaws all dropping with the bull's black gore. The wretch, and shorten'd of his nose and ears;

Soon as her eyes the welcome object met, His hands and feet last felt the cruel steel : The guilty fall'n, the mighty deed complete; He roard, and torments gave his soul to Hell A'scream of joy her feeble voice assay'd :

They wash, and to Ulysses take their way; The hero check'd her, and compos’dly said So ends the bloody business of the day.

“ Wornan, experienc'd as thou art, control To Euryclea then address'd the king : Indecent joy, and feast thy secret soul.

“Bring hither fire, and hither sulphur bring, T' insult the dead, is cruel and unjust;

To purge the palace: then, the queen attend, Pate and their crime have sunk them to the dust. And Ict her with her matron train descend; Nor heeded these the censure of mankind;

The matron-train, with all the virgin band, The good and bad were equal in their mind. Assemble here to learn their lord's command." Justly the price of worthlessness they paid,

Then Euryclea : “ Joyful I obey, And each now wails an unlamented shade.

But cast those mean dishonest rags away; But thou, sincere, O Euryclea! say

Permit me first the royal robes to bring : What maids dishonour iis, and what obey ? Ill suits this garb the shoulders of a king." (cries)

Then she: “In these thy kingly walls remain “ Bring sulphur straight, and fire,” (the monarch (My son) full fifty of the handmaid train,

She hears, and at the word obedient fies.

BOOK XXIII.

With fire and sulphur, cure of noxious fumes, With well-concerted art to end his woes,
He purg'd' the walls, and blood-polluted rooms. And burst at once in vengeance on the foes."
Again the matrop springs with eager pace,

While yet she spoke, the queen in transport And spreads her lord's return from place to place.

sprang They hear, rush forth, and instant round him stand Swift from the couch, and round the matron hung: A gazing throng, a torch in every hard.

Fast from her eye descends the rolling tear, They saw, they knew him, and with foud embrace * Say, once more say, is my Ulysses here? Each humbly kiss'd his knee, or hand, or face; How could that numerous and outrageous band He knows them all; in all such truth appears, By one be slain, though by an hero's hand ?” Ev'n he indulges the sweet joy of tears.

I saw it not,” she cries,“ but heard alone, When death was busy, a loud dying groan; The damsel-train turn'd pale at every wound,

Immur'd we sate, and catch'd each passing sound ;
THE ODYSSEY.

When death had seiz'd her prey, thy son attends,
And at bis nod the damsel-train descends;
There terrible in arms Ulysses stood,
And the dead suitors almost swam in blood ;
Thy heart had leap'd the hero to survey,

Stern as the surly lion o'er his prey,
ARGUMENT.

Glorious in gore now with sulphureous fires

The dome he purges, now the flame aspires : EURycles awakens Penelope with the news of Heap'd lie the dead without the palace walls, Ulysses's return, and the death of the suitors.

Haste, danghter, haste, thy cayn Ulysses calls ! Penelope scarcely credits her ; but supposes Thy every wish the beauteous gods bestow, some god has punished them, and descends from Enjoy the present good and former woe; her apartment in doubt. At the first interview Ulysses lives, his vanquish'd focs to see; of Ulysses and l'enelope, she is quite unsatisfied. He lives to thy Telemachus and thee !" Minerva restores him to the beauty of his youth;

“Ah! no;" with sighs Penelope rejoin'd; but the queen continues incredulous, till by some circumstances she is convinced, and falls How bless'd this happy hour, should he appear,

“ Excess of joy disturbs thy wandering miud ; into all the transports of passion and tender

Dear to us all, to me supremely dear! pless. They recount to each other all that has

Ah! no; some god the suitor's deaths decrced, past during their long separation. The next

Some god descends, and by his hand they bleed; inorning Ulysses, arming binself and his friends, Blind ? to conteinn the stranger's rightcous cause, goes from the city to visit his father.

And violate all hospitable laws !
The good they hated and the powers defy'd ;

But Heaven is just, and by a god they dy'd.
Then to the queen, as in repose she lay,

For never must Ulysses view this shore ; The nurse with eager rapture speeds her way;

Never! the lov'd Ulysses is no more !" The transports of her faithful heart supply

" What words"(the matron cries) “have reach'd A sadden youth, and give her wings to tiy. scries:

“And sleeps my child ?” the reverend matron Doubt we his presence, when he now appears? “ t'lysses lives! arise, my child, arise !

Then hear conviction : Ere the fatal day At length appears the long.expected hour! That forc'd Ulysses o'er the watery way, Ulysses comes ! the suitors are no more!

A boar fierce-rushing in the sylvan war No more they view the golden light of day! Plough'd half his thigh; I saw, I saw the scar, Årise, and bless thee with the glad survey!' And wild with transport had reveal'd the wound; "Touch'd at her words, the mournful qucen re- But ere I spoke, he rose, and check'd the sound. join'd,

Then, daughter, haste away! and if a lie " Ah ! whither wanders thy distemper'l mind? Flow from this tongue, then let thy servant die !" The righteous powers, who tread the starry skies, To whom with dubious joy the queen replies : The weak enlighten, and confound the wise, “ Wise is thy soul, but errours seize the wise ; And human thought with unresisted sway,

The works of gods what mortal can survey? Depress or raise, enlarge or take away :

Who knows their motives? who shall trace their Truth, by their high decree, thy voice forsakes, But learn we instant how the suitors trod (way? And fòlly, with the tongue of wisdom, speaks : The paths of death, by man, or by a god." Unkind, the fond illusion to impose !

Thus speaks the queen, and no reply attends, Was it to flatter or deride my woes?:

But with alternate joy and fear descends; Never did I a sleep so sweet enjoy,

At every step debates her lord to prove ! Since my dear lord left Ithaca for Troy,

Or, rushing to his arms, confess her love! Why must I wake to grieve; and curse thy shore, Then gliding through the marble valves, in state O Troy? ---may never tongue pronounce thee more! | Oppos’d, before the shining fire she sat. Be gone : another might have felt our rage, The monarch, by a column high enthron'd, But age is sacred, and we spare thy age."

His eye withdrew, and fix'd it on the ground; To whom with warmth : “My soul a lic disdains; Curious to hear his queen the silence break: Ulysses lives, thy own Ulysses reigns :

Amaz'd she

sate, and impotent to speak : That stranger, patient of the suitors' wrongs,

O’er all the man her eyes she rolls in vain. And the rude licence of ungovern'd tongues, He, he is thine. Thy son his latent guest At length Telemachus-Oh! who can find (again.

now fears, now knows, then doubts Long knew, but lock'd the secret in his breast ; woman like Penelope unkind ?

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Why thus in silence? why with winning charms. Haste, Euryclea, and dispatchful spread
Thus slow, to fly with rapture to his arms? For me, and me alone, th’imperial bed :
Stubborn the breast that with no transport glows, My weary nature craves the balm of rest:
When twice ten years are pass'd of mighty woes: But Heaven with adamant has arm'd her breast.”
To softness lost, to spousal love unknown,

Ah! no;" she cries, “a tender heart I bear, The gods have form'd that rigid heart of stone !" A foe to pride; no adamant is there; () my

Telemachus !” the queen rejoin'd, And now, ev'n now it melts! for sure I see “ Distracting fears confound my labouring mind; Once more Ulysses, my belov'd, in thee! Powerless to speak, I scarce uplift my eyes, Fix'd in my soul, as when he sail'd to Troy, Nor dare to question ; doubts on doubts arise. His image dwells: tben haste the bed of joy! Oh! deign he, if Ulysses, to remove

Haste, from the bridal bower the bed translate, These boding thoughts, and what he is, to prove !" Fram'd by his hand, and be it dress'd in state!”

Pleas'd with her virtuous fears, the king replies, Thus speaks the queen, still dubious, with dis“ Indulge, my son, the cautions of the wise;

guise; Time sball the truth to sure remembrance bring : Touch'd at her words, the king with warmth reThis garb of poverty belies the king;

plies; No more.--This day our deepest eare requires, “ Alas, for this! what mortal strength can move Cautious to act what thought mature inspires. The enormous burthen, who but Heaven above? If one man's blood, though mean, distain our It mocks the weak attempts of human hands; The homicide retreats to foreign lands; [hands, But the whole Earth must move, if Heaven comBy us, in heaps the illustrious peerage falls, Then hear sure evidence, while we display (mands. Th'important deed our whole attention calls." Words seal'd with sacred truth, and truth obey :

“ Be that thy care,” Telemachus replies, This hand the wonder fram'd ; an olive spread The world conspires to speak Ulysses wise ; Full in the court its ever verdant head. For wisdom all is thine! lo, I obey,

Vast as some mighty column's bulk, on high And dauntless follow where you lead the way; The huge trunk rose, and heav'd into the sky; Nor shalt thou in the day of danger find

Around the tree I rais'd a nuptial bower, Thy coward son degenerate lag bebind.”

And roof'd defensive of the storm and shower : “Then instant to the bath” (the monarch cries) The spacious valve, with art inwrought, conjoins; Bid the gay youth and sprightly virgins rise, And the fair dome with polish'd marble shines. Thence all descend in pomp and proud array, I lopp'd the branchy head ; aloft in twain And bid the dome resound the mirthful lay ; Sever'd the bole, and smooth'd the shining grain ; While the swift lyrist airs of rapture sings, Then posts, capacious of the frame, I raise, And forms the dance responsive to the strings. And bore it, regular, from space to space : That hence th' eluded passengers may say,

Athwart the frame, at equal distance, lie Lo! the queen weds! we hear the spousal lay! Thongs of tough hides, that boast a purple dye ; The suitors' dcath unknown, till we remove Then, polisbing the whole, the finish'd mould Far from the court, and act inspir'd by Jove.” With silver shone, with elephant, and gold.

Thus spoke the king : th’ observant train obey, But if o'erturn'd by rude, ungorern'd hands, At once they bathe, and dress in proud array: Or still inviolate the plive stands, The lyrist strikes the string; gay youths advance, 'Tis thine, () queen, to say: and how impart, And fair-zon'd damsels from the sprightly dance. If fears remain, or doubts distract thy heart?” The roice attun'd to instrumental sounds,

While yet he speaks, her powers of life decay, Ascends the roof; the vaulted roof rebounds; She sickens, trembles, falls, and faints away : Not unobserved : the Greeks, eluded say,

At length recovering, to his arms she flew, Lo the queen weds ! we hear the spousal lay! And strain'd him close, as to his breast she grew : Inconstant! to admit the bridal hour.”

The tears pour'd down amain : and, “ Oh!" she Thus they-but nobly chaste she weds no more. “Let not against thys pouse thine anger rise! (cries,

Meanwhile the weary'd king the bath ascends ; Oh! vers’d in every turn of human art, With faithful cares Eurynomè attends,

Forgive the weakness of a woman's heart! O’er every limb a shower of fragrance sbeds : The righteous powers, that mortal lots dispose, Then, dress'd in pomp, magnificent he treads. Decree us to sustain a length of woes, The warrior-goddess gives his frame to shine And from the flower of life, the bliss deny With majesty enlarg'd, and grace divine.

To bloom together, fade away, and die. Back from his brows in wavy ringlets fly

Oh ! let me, let me not thine anger move, His thick large locks of hyacinthine dye.

That I forbore, thus, thus to speak my loves As by some artist, to whom Vulcan gives

Thus in fond kisses, while the transport warms, His heavenly skill, a breathing image lives; Pour out my soul, and die within thy arms! By Pallas taught, he frames the wondrous mould, I dreaded fraud ! Men, faithless betray And the pale silver glows with fusile gold :

Our easy faith, and make the sex their prey : So Pallas his heroic form improves

Against the fondness of my heart I strove, With bloom divine, and like a god he moves; 'Twas caution, O my lord ! not want of love : More high he trcads and issuing forth in state, Like me had llelen fear'd, with wanton charms Radiant before his gazing consort «ate.

Ere the fair mischief set two worlds in arms; Ard, **Ob my queen!"he cries, "what power above Ere Greece rose dreadful in th’avenging day; Has steel'! that heart, averse to spousal love! Thus had she fear'd, she had not gone astray. (anst thou, Penelope, when Heaven restores But Heaven, averse to Greece, in wrath decreed Thy lost Ulysses to his native shores,

That sbe should wander, and that Greece should Canst thou, oh cruel! unconcern'd survey Blind to the ills that from injustice flow, bleed: Thy lost Ulysses, on this signal day?

She colour'd all our wretched lives with wol.

men,

But why these sorrows when my lord arrives ? While Heaven a kind release from ills foreshows; I yield! I yield ! my own Ulysses lives!

Triumph, thou happy victor of thy woes!The secrets of the bridal bed are known

But Euryclea with dispatchful care, To thee, to me, to Actoris alone,

And sage Eurynomè, the couch prepare : (My fathers' present in the spousal hour,

Instant they bid the blazing torch display
The sole atttendant on our genial bower).

Around the dome an artificial day;
Since what no eye has seen thy tongue reveal'd, Then to repose her steps the matron bends,
Hard and distrustful as I am, I yield.”

And to the queen Eurynomé descends; Touch'd to the soul, the king with rapture hears, A torch she bears, to light with guiding fires Hangs round her neck, and speaks his joy in tears. The royal pair; she guides them, and retires. As to the shipwreck'd mariner, the shores

Then instant his fair spouse Ulysses led Delightful rise, when angry Neptune roars, To the chaste love-rites of the nuptial bed. Then, when the surge in thunder mounts the sky, And now the blooming youths and sprightly fair And golf'd in crowds at once the sailors die ; Cease the gay dance, and to their rest repair; If one more happy, while the tempest raves,

But in discourse the king and consort lay,
Outlives the tumults of conflicting waves,

While the soft hours stole unperceiv'd away:
All pale, with ooze deform’d, he views the strand, Intent he hears Penelope disclose
And plunging forth with transport grasps the land: A mournful story of domestic woes,
The ravish'd queen with equal rapture glows, His servants' insults, his invaded bed,
Clasps her
lord, and to his bosom grows.

How his whole flocks and herds exhausted bled, Nor had they ended till the morning ray:

His generous wines dishonour'd shed in vain, But Pallas backward held the rising day,

And the wild riots of the suitor train. The wheels of night retarding, to detain

The king alternate a dire tale relates, The gay Aurora in the wavy main :

Of wars, of triumphs, and disastrous fates; Whose flaming steeds, emerging through the night, All he unfolds; his listening spouse turns pale Beam o'er the eastern hills with streaming light." With pleasing horrour at the dreadful tale! At length Ulysses with a sigh replies :

Sleepless devours each word ; and hears how slain " Yet fate, yet cruel fate, repose denies ;

Cicons on Cicons swell th' ensanguin'd plain ; A labour long, and hard, remains behind ;

How to the land of Lote unbless'd be sails; By Heaven above, by Hell beneath enjoin'd : And images the rills, and flowery vales! For, to Tiresias through th' eternal gates

How, dash'd like dogs, his friends the Cyclops tore, Of Hell I trod, tolearn my future fates.

(Not unreveng'd) and quaff'd the spouting gore ; But end we here—The night demands repose, How, the loud storms in prison bound, he sails Bedeck'd the couch ! and peace a while, my woes!” From friendly Æolus with prosperous gales;

To whom the queen : “ Thy word we shall obey, Yet fate withstands ! a sudden tempesť roars, And deck the couch ; far hence be woes away; And whirls him groaning from his native shores : Since the just gods, who tread the starry plains, How, on the barbarous Læstrigonian coast, Restore thee safe, since my Ulysses reigns.

By savage hands his feet and friends he lost; But what those perils Heaven decrees, impart ; How scarce himself surviv'd; he paints the bower, Knowledge may grieve, but fear distracts the heart. The spells of Circe, and her magic power; To this the king: “Ah! why must I disclose His dreadful journey to the realms beneath, A dreadful story of approaching woes ?.

To seek Tiresias in the vales of death; Why in this hour of transport wound thy ears, How in the doleful mansions he survey'd When thou must learn what I must speak with tears? His royal mother, pale Anticlea's slade; Heaven, by the Theban ghost, thy spouse decrees, And friends in battle slain, heroic ghosts! Torn from thy arms, to sail a length of seas; Then how, unarm’d, he pass'd the Syren-coasts, From realm to realm a nation to explore

The justling rocks where fierce Charybelis raves, Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar, And howling Scylla whirls her thundering waves, Nor saw gay vessel stem the surgy plain,

The cave of Death! How his companions slay A painted wonder, Aying on the main ;

The oxen sacred to the go:l of day, An oar my hand must bear; a shepherd eyes

Till Jove in wrath the rattling tempest guides, The unknown instrument with strange surprise, And whelms th' offenders in the roaring tides: And calls a corn-van: this upon the plain

How, struggling through the surge, he reach'd the I fix, and hail the monarch of the main ;

Of fair Ogygia, and Calypso's bowers ; (shores Then bathe his altars with the miogled gore Where the gay blooming nymph constrain’d his stay, Of victims vow'd, a ram, a bull, a boar:

With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay; Thence swift resailing to my native shores, And proinis'd, vainly promis'd, to bestow Due victims slay to all th' ethereal powers. Immortal life, exempt from age and woe : Then Heaven decrees in peace to end my days, How, sav'd from storms, Phracia's coasts he trod, And steal myself from life by slow decays : Ry great Alcinous honour'd as a god, Unknown to pain, in age resign my breath,

Who

gave bim last his country to behold, When late stern Neptune points the shaft of death; With change of raiment, brass, and heaps of gold. To th:e dark grare retiring as to rest ;

He ended, sinking into sleep, and shares dly people blessing, by my people bless'd. (play A sweet forgetfulness of all his cares.

« Sach future: scenesth'all righteons powers dis- Soon as soft slumber eas'd the toils of day, By their dread seer', and such my future day" Minerva rushes through the aërial way,

To whom thus firm of soul: “If ripe for deat, And bids Jurora, with her golden wheels,
And full of days, thou gently yield they breath : Flame from the occan o'er the eastern hils :

"'prose Plyeses from the genial bed,
. Tiresias.

And thus with thouglit inature the monarch said :

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