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“My queen! my consort! through a length of The empty forms of men inhabit there, years,
Impassive semblance, images of air ! We drank the cup of sorrow mix'd with tears, Nought else are all that shin'd on Earth before; Thou, for thy lord: while me th' immortal powers Ajax and great Achilles are no more! Detain'd reluctant from my native shores.
Yet, still a master ghost, the rest he aw'd, Now, blest again by Heaven, the queen display, The rest ador'd him, towering as he trod; And rule our palace with an equal sway:
Still at his side in Nestor's son survey'd, Be it my care, by loans, or martial toils,
And lov'd Patroclus still attends his shade. To throng my empty folds with gifts or spoils. New as they were to that infernal shore, But now I haste to bless Laertes' eyes
The suitors stopp'd, and gaz'd the hero o'er, With sight of his Ulysses ere he dies;
When, moving slow, the regal form they viewid The good old man, to wasting woes a prey,
Of great Atrides; him in pomp pursued Weeps a sad life in solitude away.
And solemn sadness through the gloom of Hell, But hear, tho' wise ! This morning shall unfold The train of those who by Egysthus fell. The deathful scene; on heroes, heroes rollid.
"O mighty chief !” Pelides thus began, Thou with thy maids within the palace stay,
“ Honour'd by Jove above the lot of man! From all the scene of tumult far away.”
King of a hundred kings! to whom resign'd He spoke, and shcath'd in arms incessant flies The strongest, bravest, greatest of mankind. To wake his son, and bid his friends arise.
Com'st thou the first to view this dreary state? “ To arms !” aloud he cries; his friends obey, And was the noblest the first mark of fate? With glittering arms their manly limbs array,
Condemn'd to pay the great arrear so soon, And pass the city gate; Clysses leads the way. The lot, which all lament, and none can shun; Now flames the rosy dawn, but Pallas shrouds
Oh! better hadst thou sunk in Trojan ground, The latent warriors in a veil of clouds.
With all thy full-blown honours cover'd round !
Thy praise eternal on the faithful stone
Had with transinissive glories grac'd thy son.
“O son of Peleus! greater than mankind !” (Thus Agamemnon's kingly shade rejoin'd)
Thrice happy thou! to press the niartial plain ARGUMENT.
Midst heaps of heroes in thy quarrel slain :
In clouds of smoke rais'd by the noble fray, The souls of the suitors are conducted by Mercury Great and terrific er'n in death you lay,
to the infernal shades. Ulysses in the country | And deluges of blood flow'd round you every way.
Was heard : and terrour seiz'd the Grecian train a
But Nestor spoke, they listen'd, and obey'd.
(From old experience Nestor's counsel springs, Conveys the dead, a lamentable train!
And long vicissitudes of human things.) The golden wand, that causes sleep to fly,
'Forbear your flight ! fair Thetis from the main, Or in soft slumber scals the wakeful eye,
To mourn Achilles, leads her azure train.' That drives the ghosts to realms of night or day; Around thee stand the daughters of the deep, Points out the long uncomfortable way.
Robe thee in heavenly vests, and round thee weep, Trembling the spectres glide, and plaintive vent Round thee, the Muses, with alternate strain, Thin, hollow screams, along the deep descent. In ever-cousecrating verse, complain. As in the cavern of some rifted den,
Each warlike Greek the moving music hears, Where flock nocturnal bats, and birds obscene; And iron-hearted heroes melt in tears. Cluster'd they hang, till at some sudden shock, Till seventeen nights and seventeen days return'd, They move, and murmurs run thro' all the rock'; All that was mortal or immortal mourn'd. So cowering fled the sable heaps of ghosts,
To flames we gave thee, the succeeding day, And such a scream fill'd all the dismal coasts. And fatted sheep and sable oxen slay; And now they reach'd the Earth's remotest ends, With oils and honey blaze th’ augmented fires, And now the gates where evening Sol descends, And, like a god adorn'd, thy earthly part expires, And Leuca's rock, and Ocean's utmost streams, Unnumber'd warriors round the burning pile And now pervade the dusky land of Dreams, Urge the fleet courser's or the racer's toil; And rest at last, where souls unbodied dwell Thick clouds of dust o'er all the circle rise, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel
And the inix'd clamour thunders in the skies.
Soon as absorpt in all-embracing flame
Lest, when the Fates his royal ashes claim, Suuk wbat was mortal of thy mighty name, The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame; We then collect thy spowy bones, and place Should he, long honour'd with supreme command, With wines and unguents in a golden vase
Want the last duties of a daughter's hand.' (plies, (The vase to Thetis Bacchus gave of old,
“ The fiction pleas'd: our generous train comAnd Vulcan's art enrich'd the sculptur'd gold.) Nor fraud mistrusts in virtne's fair disguise. There we thy relics, great Achilles ! blend The work she ply'd; but, studious of delay, With dear Patroclus, thy departed friend : Each following night revers'd the toils of day. In the same urn a separate space contains
Unheard, unseen, three years her arts prevail ; Thy next belov'd, Antilochus' remains.
'The fourth, her maid reveal'd th' amazing tale, Now all the sons of warlike Greece surround And show'd, as unperceiv'd we took our stand, Thy destin'd tomb, and cast a mighty mound: The backward labours of her faithless hand. High on the shore the growing hill we raise, Forc'd, she completes it; and before us lay That wide th’extended Hellespont surveys; The mingled web, whose gold and silver ray Where all, from age to age, who pass the coast, Display'd the radiance of the night and day. May point Achilles' tomb, and hail the mighty " Just as she finish'd her illustrious toil, Thetis berself to all our peers proclaims (ghost. Ill-fortune led Ulysses to our isle. Heroic prizes and exequial games;
Far in a lonely nook, beside the sea, The gods assented; and around thee lay
At an old swineherd's rural lodge he lay: Rich spoils and gifts, that blaz'd against the day. Thither his son from sandy Pyle repairs, Oft have I seen, with solemnn funeral games, And speedy lands, and secretly confers. Heroes and kings committed to the flames; They plan our future ruin, and resort But strength of youth, or valour of the brave, Confederate to the city and the court. With nobler contest ne'er renown'd a grave. First came the son ; the father next succeeds, Such were the games by azure Thetis given, Clad like a beggar, whom Eumæus leads; And such thy honours, o belov'd of Heaven! Propp'd on a staff, deform’d with age and care, Dear to mankind thy fame survives, nor fades And hung with rags, that fiutter'd in the air. Its bloom eternal in the Stygian shades.
Who could Ulysses in that form behold? But what to me avail my honours gone,
Scorn'd by the young, forgotten by the old, Successful toils, and battles bravely won?
Ill-us'd by all ! to every wrong resign'd, Doom'd by stern Jove at home to end my life, Patient be suffer'd with a constant mind. By curst Ægysthus, and a faithless wife »
But when, arising in his wrath t' obey Thus they; while Hermes o'er the dreary plain The will of Jove, he gave the vengeance way; Led the sad numbers by Ulysses slain.
The scattered arms that hung around the dome On each majestic form they cast a view,
Careful he treasur'd in a private room : And timorous pass'd, and awfully withdrew. Then to her suitors bade his queen propose But Agamemnon, through the gloomy shade, The archer's strife: the source of future woes, His ancient host Amphimedon survey'd :
And omen of our death! In vain we drew “ Son of Melanthius !” (he began) “ oh say! The twanging string, and try'd the stubborn yew: What cause compellid so many, and so gay, To none it yields but great Ulysses' hands; To tread the downward, melancholy way?
In vain we threat; Telemachus commands: Say, could one city yield a troop so fair?
The bow he snatch'd, and in an instant bent; Were all these partners of one native air? Through every ring the victor arrow went. Or did the rage of stormy Neptune sweep
Fierce on the threshold then in arms he stood : Your lives at once, and whelm beneath the deep? Pourd forth the darts that thirsted for our blood, Did nightly thieves, or pirates' cruel bands, And frown'd before us, dreadful as a god! Drench with your blood your pillag'd country's First bleeds Antinous : thick the shafts resound; sands?
And heaps on heaps the wretches strow the ground; Or well-defending some beleaguer'd wall,
This way, and that, we turn, we fly, we fall; Say, for the public did ye greatly fall ?
Some god assisted, and unmann'd us all: Inform thy guest; for such I was of yore,
Ignoble cries precede the dying groans; When our triumphant navies touch'd your shore; And batter'd brains and blood besmear the stones. Forc'd a long month the wintery seas to bear, “ Thus, great Atrides, thus Ulysses drove To move the great Ulysses to the war.”
The shades thou seest, from yon fair realms above. “ O king of men ! I faithful shall relate” Our mingled bodies, now deform'd with gore, (Reply'd Amphimedon) " our hapless fate. Cold and neglected, spread the marble floor, Ulysses absent, our ambitious aim
No friend to bathe our wounds! or tears to shed With rival loves pursued his royal dame:
O'er the pale corse! the honours of the dead." Her coy reserve, and prudence mix'd with pride, “Oh, bless'd Ulysses !” (thus the king express'd Our common suit por granted, nor deny'd;
His sudden rapture)
“ iu thy consort bless'd! But close with inward hate our deaths design'd; Not more thy wisdom, than her virtue shin'd; Vers'd in all arts of wily womankind.
Not more thy patience, than her constant min.l. Her hand, laborious, in delusion spread
Icarius' daughter, glory of the past, A spacious loom, and mix'd the various thread; And model to the future age shall last: • Ye peers,' she cry'd, 'who press to gain my heart The gods, to honour her fair fame, shall raise Where dead Ulysses claims no more a part, (Their great reward) a poet in her praise. Yet a short space your rival suit suspend,
Not such, O Tyndarus! thy daughter's deed : Till this fanereal web my labours end :
By wbose dire hand her king and husband bled: Cease, till to good Laertes I bequeath
Her sball the Muse to infamy prolong, Atask of grief, his ornaments of death :
Example dread; and theme of tragic song!
The general sex shall snffer in her shame, I read a monarch in that princely air,
Soft sleep, fair garments, and the joys of wine, Conferr'd the mournful phantoms of the dead; These are the rights of age, and should be thine. Wbile, from the town, Ulysses and his band Who then thy master, say? and whose the land Pass'd to Laertes' cultivated land.
So dress’d and manag'd by thy skilful hand? The ground himself had purchas'd with his pain, But chief, oh tell me! (what I question most) And labour made the rugged soil a plain.
Is this the far-fam'd Ithacensian coast?
For so reported the first man I view'd,
But thou ! whom years have taught to understand,
A friend I seek, a wise one and a brave, And martial son, Ulysscs gave command :
Say, lives he yet, or moulders in the grave ? “ Enter the house, and of the bristly swine Tiine was (my fortunes then were at the best) Select the largest to the powers divine.
When at my house I lodg'd this foreign guest; Alone, and unattended, let me try
He said, from Ithaca's fair isle he came, If yet I share the old man's memory:
And old Laertes was his father's name. If those din eyes can yet Ulysses know,
To him, whatever to a guest is ow'd (Their light and dearest object long ago)
I paid, and hospitable gifts bestow'd : Now chang'd with time, with absence, and with To him seven talents of pure ore I told, woe!”
Twelve cloaks, twelve vests, twelve tunics stiff with Then to his train he gives his spear and shield;
gold; The house they enter; and he seeks the field, A bowl, that rich with polish'd silver flames, Through rows of shade, with various fruitage And, skill'd in female works, four lovely dames." crown'd,
At this the father, with a father's fears, And labour'd scenes of richest verdure round. (His venerable eyes bedimm'd with tears) Nor aged Dolius, nor his sons, were there, “ This is the land; but ah! thy gifts are lost, Nor servants, absent on another care ;
For godless men, and rude, possest the coast : To search the woods for sets of flowery thorn, Sunk is the glory of this once-fam'd shore ! Their orchard bounds to strengthen and adorn. Thy ancient friend, O stranger, is no more! But all alone the hoary king he found;
Full recompense thy bounty else had borne; His habit coarse, but warmly wrapt around; For every good man yields a just return: His head, that how'd with many a pensive care, So civil rights demand ; and who begins Fenc'd with a double cap of goatskin hair; The track of friendship, not pursuing, sins. His buskins old, in former service torn,
But tell me, stranger, be the truth confess'd, But well repair'd; and gloves against the thorn. What years have circled since thou saw'st that In this array the kingly gardener stood,
That hapless guest, alas! for ever gone! (guest ? And cleard a plant, encumber'd with its wood, Wretch that he was! and that I am! my son ! Beneath a neighbouring tree the chief divine If ever man to misery was born, Gaz'd o'er his sire, retracing every line,
'Twas his to suffer, and 'tis mine to mourn! The ruins of himself! Dow worn away
Far from his friends, and from his native reign, With age, yet still majestic in decay!
He lies a prey to monsters of the main, Sudden his eyes releas'd their watery store ; Or sayage beasts his niangled relics tear, The much-enduring man could bear no more. Or screaming vultures scatter through the air : Doubtful be stood, if instant to embrace
Nor could his mother funeral unguents shed; Hlis aged limbs, to kiss his reverend face,
Nor wail'd his father o'er th' untimely dead : With eager transport to disclose the whole,, Nor his sad consort, on the mournful bier, And pour at once the torrent of his soul.
Seal'd his cold eyes, or dropp'd a tender tear ! Not so: his judgment takes the winding way Bat tell me, who thou art and what thy race ? Of question distant, and of soft essay:
Thy town, thy parents, and thy native place? More gentle methods on weak age employs; Or, if a merchant in pursuit of gain, And moves the sorrows to enhance the joys. What port receiv'd thy veszel from the main ? Then to his sire with beating heart be moves; Or com'st thou single, or attend thy train?” Aud with a tender pleasantry reproves :
Then thus the son: “From Alybas I came, Who, digging round the plant, still hangs his head, My palace there; Eperitus my name. Nor aught remits the work, while thus he said : Not vulgar born; from Apbidas, the king “ Great is thy skill, O father! great thy toil, Of Polypemon's royal line, I spring. Thy careful band is stamp'd on all the soil,
Some adverse demon from Sicania bore Thy squadron'd vineyards well thy art declare; Our wandering course, and drove us on your shore: The olive green, blue fig, and pendent pear; Far from the town, an unfrequenteu bay And not one empty spot escapes thy care.
Reliev'd our weary'd vessel from the sea. On every plant and tree thy cares are shown, Five years have circled since these eyes pursued Nothing neglected, but thyself alone.
Ulysses parting through the sable flood; Forgive me, father, if this fault I blame;
Prosperous he sail'd, with dexter auguries, Age so advanc'd may come inåulgence claim. And all the wing'd good omens of the skies. Not for thy sloth, I deem thy lord unkind; Well hop'd we, then, to meet on this fair shore, Nor speaks thy form a mean or servile mind: Whom Heaven, alas ! decreed to meet no more"
Quick thro' the father's heart these accents ran : When the bold Cephalens the leaguer form'd, Grief seiz'd at once, and wrapt up all the man; And proud Nericus trembled as I storm'd. Deep from his soul he sigh’d, and sorrowing spread Such were I now, not absent from your deed A cloud of ashes on his hoary head.
When the last Sun beheld the suitors bleed, Trembling with agonies of strong delight
This arm had aided yours; this hand bestrown Stood the great son, heart-wounded with the sight: Our floors with death, and push'd the slaughter on; He ran, be seiz'd him with a strict embrace, Nor had the sire been separate from the son." With thousand kisses wanderd o'er bis face, They commun'd thus; while homeward bent “I, I am he ! O father, rise, behold Thy son, with twenty winters now grown old ! The swains, fatigu'd with labours of the day ; Thy son, so long desir'd, so long detain'd, Dolius the first, the venerable man : Restor'd, and breathing in his native land : And next his sons, a long succeeding train. These floods of sorrow, O my sire, restrain ! For due refection to the bower they came, The vengeance is complete ; the suitor-train, Call’d by the careful old Sicilian dame, Stretch'd in our palace, by these hands lie slain." Who nursid the children, and now tends the sire;
Amaz'd, Laertes : “ Give some certain sign, They see their lord, they gaze, and they admire. (If such thou art) to manifest thee mine." On chairs and beds in order seated round, " Lo here the wound,” he cries, "receiv'd of yore, They share the gladsome board; the roofs resound. The scar indented by the tusky boar,
While thus Ulysses to his ancient friend : When by thyself and by Anticlea sent,
“Forbear your wonder, and the feast attend; To old Autolycus's realms I went.
The rites have waited long." The chief commands Yet by another sigo thy offspring know ;
Their loves in vain ; old Dolius spreads his hands, The sereral trees you gave me long ago,
Springs to his master with a warm embrace, While, yet a child, these fields I lov'd to trace, And fastens kisses on his hands and face; And trod thy footsteps with unequal pace; Then thus broke out: “Oh long, oh daily mourn'd! To every plant in order as we came,
Beyond our hopes, and to our wish, return'd! Well-pleas'd you told its nature, and its name, Conducted sure by Heaven! for Heaven alone Whate'er my childish fancy ask'd, bestow'd; Could work this wonder : welcome to thy own! Twelve prar-trees bowing with their pendent load, And joys and happiness attend thy throne! And ten, that red with blushing apples glow'd; Who knows thy bless'd, thy wish'd return? Oh, say, Full fifty purple figs; and many a row
To the chaste queen, shall we the news convey? Of various vines that then began to blow,
Or hears she, and with blessings loads the day?" A future vintage! when the Hours produce
“ Dismiss that care, for to the royal bride Their latent buds, and Sol exalts the juice.” Already is it known," (the king reply'd,
Smit with the signs, which all his doubts explain, Aud straight resum'd his seat) while round him bows His heart within him melts; his knees sustain Each faithful youth, and breathes out ardent vows : Their feeble weight no more; bis arms alone Then all beneath their father take their place, Support him, round the lov'd Ulysses thrown ; Rank'd by their ages, and the banquet grace. He faints, he sinks, with mighty joys oppress'd : Now flying fame the swift report had spread Ulysses clasps him to his eager breast.
Through all the city, of the suitors dead. Soon as returning life regains its seat,
In throngs they rise, and to the palace crowd ; And his breath lengthens, and his pulses beat ; Their sighs were many, and the tumult loud. “Yes, I believe,” he cries, “almighty Jove ! Weeping they bear the mangled heaps of slain, Hearen rules us yet, aad gods there are above. Inhume the natives in their native plain, 'Tis somethe suitors for their wrongs have paid The rest in ships are wafted o'er the main. But what shall gnard us, if the town inrade? Then sad in council all the seniors sate, If, while tho news through every city flies, Frequent and full, assembled to debate. All Ithaca and Cephalenia rise !"
Amid the circle first Eupithes rose, To this Ulysses : “ As the gods shall please Big was his eye with tears, his heart with woes: Be all the rest ; and set thy soul at ease.
The bold Antinous was his age's pride, Haste to the cottage by this orchard side,
The first who by Ulysses' arrow dy'd. And take the banquet which our cares provide : Down his wan cheek the trickling torrent ran, There wait thy faithful band of rural friends, As, mixing words with sigbs, be thus began : And there the young Telemachus attends."
“Great deeds, O friends! this wonderous man Thus having said, they trac'd the garden o'er,
has wrought, And, stooping, enter'd at a lowly door.
And mighty blessings to his country brought. The swains and young Telemachus they found, With ships he parted and a numerous train, The victim portion'd, and the goblet crown'd. Those, and their ships, he bury'd in the main. The hoary king, his old Sicilian maid
Now he returns, and first essays his haud Perfum'd and wash'd, and gorgeously array'd. In the best blood of all his native land. Pallas attending gives his frame to shine
Haste then, and ere to neighbouring Pyle he flies; With awful port, and majesty divine ;
Or sacred Elis, to procure supplies; His gazing son admires the godlike grace,
Arise, (or ye for ever fall) arise ! And air celestial dawning o'er bis face. [proves ? Shame to this age, and all that shall succeed ! “What god,” he cry'd,“ my father's form im. If unreveng'd your sons and brothers bleed. How high he treals, and how enlarg'd he moves Prove that we live, bò vengeance on his head,
“Oh! would to all the deathless powers on high, Or sink at onde forgotten with the dead.'' Pallas and Jove, and him who gilds the sky !" Here ceas'd be, but indignant tears let fall (Reply'd the king, elated with his praise) Spoke whien he ceas'di dumb sorrow touch'd them "My strength were still, as once in better days:
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When froin the palace to the wondering throng Old Dolius too his rusted arms put on;
“ Hear me, ye peers and elders of the land, The opening gates at once their war display : Who deem this act the work of mortal band; Fierce they rush forth: Ulysses leads the way. As o'er the heaps of death Ulysses strode,
That moment joins them with celestial aid, These eyes, these eyes beheld a present god, In Mentor's forın, the Jove-descended maid: Who now before him, now beside him stood, The suffering hero felt his patient breast Fought as he fought, and mark'd his way with Swell with new joy, and thus his son address'd: In vain old Mentor's form the god bely'd ; (blood: “ Behold, Telemachus! (nor fear the sight) "Twas Heaven that struck, and Heaven was on his The brave embattled; the grim front of fight!
A sudden horrour all th' assembly shook, (side.” The valiant with the valiant must contend: When, slowly rising, Halitherses spoke :
Shame not the line whence glorious you descend, (Reverend and wise, whose comprehensive view Wide o'er the world their martial faine was spread; At once the present and the future knew)
Regard thyself, the living, and the dead." “Me too, ye fathers, hear! from you proceed Thy eyes, great father! on this battle cast, The ills ye mourn; your own the guilty deed. Shall learn from me Penelope was chaste.” Ye gave your sons, your lawless sons, the rein So spoke Telemachus! the gallant boy (Oft warn'd by Mentor and myself in vain); Good old Laertes heard with panting joy; An absent hero's bed they sought to soil,
And, “Bless'd! thrice bless'd this happy day!” An absent hero's wealth they made their spoil:
he cries; Immoderate riot, and intemperate lust!
“ The day that shows me, ere I close my eyes, Th' offence was great, the punishment was just. A son and grandson of th’ Arcesian name Weigh then my counsels in an equal scale,
Strive for fair virtue, and contest for fame!" Nor rush to ruin-Justice will prevail.”
Then thus Minerva in Laertes' ear: His moderate words some better minds persuade: “Son of Arcesius, reverend warrior, hear! They part, and join him ; but the number stay'd. Jove and Jove's danghter first implore in prayer, They storm, they shout, with hasty frenzy fird, Then, wbirling high, discharge thy lance in air,” And second all Eupithcs' rage inspir’d.
She said, infusing courage with the word : They case their limbs in brass ; to arms they run; Jove and Jove's daughter then the chief implor'd, The broad effulgence blazes in the Sun.
And, whirling high, dismiss'd the lance in air, Before the city, and in ample plain,
Full at Eupithes drove the deathful spear; They meet; Eupithes heads the frantic train. The brass-cheek'd helmet opens to the wound; Fierce for his son, he breathes his threats in air; He falls, earth thunders, and his arms resound. Fate hears them not, and Death attends him there. Before the father and the conquering son (run.
This passid on Earth, while in the realms above Heaps rush on heaps; they fight, they drop, they Minerva thus to cloud-compelling Jove :
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall “May I presume to search thy secret soul? The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all; O power supreme! O ruler of the whole!
But from on high the blue-ey'd virgin cry'd; Say, hast thou doom'd to this divided state, Her awful voice detain'd the headlong tide. Or peaceful amity, or stern debate ?
“ Porbear, ye nations! your mail hands forbear Declare thy purpose ; for thy will is fate."
From mutnal slaughter: Peace descends to spare." “ Is not thy thought my own ?" (the god replies, fear shook the nations : at the voice divine, Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies) They drop their javelins, and their rage resign. “ Hath not long since thy knowing soul decreed, All scatter'd round their glittering weapons lie; The chief's return should make the guilty bleed ? Soine fall to carth, and some confus’dly fly. 'Tis done, and at thy will the Fates succeed. With dreadful shouts Ulysses pour'd along, Yet hear the issue : since Ulysses' hand
Swift as an eagle, as an eagle strong. Has slain the suitors, Heaven shall bless the land. But Jove's red arm the burning thunder aims; None now the kindred of th' unjust shall own; Before Minerva shot the livid flames; Forgot the slaughter'd brother, and the son : Blazing they fell, and at her fert expird : Each future day increase of wealth shall bring, Then stopp'd the goddess, trembled, and retird. And o'er the past, Oblivion stretch her wing.
Desconded from the gods! Ulysses, cease; Long shall Ulysses in his empire rest,
Ofiend not Jore; obey, and give the peace.” His people blessing, by his people bless'd.
So Pallas spoke: the mandate from abore Let all be peace.”--He said, and gave the nod The king obey'd. The virgin-seed of Jore, That binds the Fates; the sanction of the god : In Mentor's form, confirmod the full accord, And, prompt to execute the eternal will,
“And willing natious knew their lawful lord.” Descended Pallas from th' Olympian hill.
Now sat Ulysses at the rural feast,
CONCLUSION OF THE NOTES.
MUST observe with what dignity Homer concludes The foe approach, embattled on the field.
the Odyssey: to honour his hero, he introduces With backward step he hastens to the bower, two deities, Jupiter and Pallas, who interest theinAnd tells the news. They arm with all their power. selves in his cause: he then paints Ulysses in the Four friends alone Ulysses' cause embrace,
boldest colours, as he rushes upon the enemy with And six were all the sons of Dolius' race:
the utmost intrepidity, and his courage is so un
END OF THE ODYSSEY.