Stern beasts in trains that by his truncheon fell, Now grisly forms, shoot o'er the lawns of hell. "There Tityus large and long, in fetters bound, O'erspread nine acres of infernal ground; Two ravenous vultures, furious for their food, Scream o'er the fiend, and riot in his blood, Incessant gore the liver in his breast, [feast; The' immortal liver grows, and gives the' immortal For as o'er Panopé's enamel'd plains Latona journey'd to the Pythian fanes, With haughty love the' audacious monster strove To force the goddess, and to rival Jove. There Tantalus along the Stygian bounds Pours out deep groans (with groans all hell res sounds); E'en in the circling floods refreshment craves, And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves: When to the water he his lip applies, Back from his lip the treacherous water flies. The fruit he strives to seize; but blasts arise, I turn'd my eye, and as I turn'd survey'd A mournful vision! the Sisyphian shade; With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground. Again the restless orb his toil renews, Dust mounts in clouds, and sweat descends in dews. Now I the strength of Hercules behold, A shadowy form! for high in heaven's abodes And clang their pinions with terrific sound; E'en hell I conquer'd, through the friendly aid Of Maia's offspring and the martial maid." Thus he, nor deign'd for our reply to stay, But turning stalk'd with giant-strides away. 'Curious to view the kings of ancient days, The mighty dead that live in endless praise, Resolved I stand; and haply had survey'd The godlike Theseus, and Pirithous' shade; But swarms of spectres rose from deepest hell, With bloodless visage, and with hideous yell, They scream, they shriek; sad groans and dismal sounds Stun my scared ears, and pierce hell's utmost bounds. No more my heart the dismal din sustains, Straight from the direful coast to purer air BOOK XII. The Argument. THE SIRENS, SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS. He relates, how, after his return from the shades, he was sent by Circè on his voyage, by the coast of the Sirens, and by the strait of Scylla and Charybdis; the manner in which he escaped those dangers: how, being cast on the island Trinacria, his companions destroyed the oxen of the Sun; the vengeance that followed: how all perished by shipwreck except himself, who, swimming on the mast of the ship, arrived on the island of Calypso. With which his narration concludes. 'THUS o'er the rolling surge the vessel flies, 'Soon as the morn restored the day, we paid A rising tomb, the silent dead to grace, And high above it rose the tapering oar. Meantime the goddess our return survey'd From the pale ghosts, and hell's tremendous shade, Swift she descends: a train of nymphs divine Bear the rich viands and the generous wine. In act to speak, the power of magic stands, And graceful thus accosts the listening bands "O sons of woe! decreed by adverse Fates Alive to pass through hell's eternal gates! All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread; More wretched you,twice number'd with the dead! This day adjourn your cares; exalt your souls, Indulge the taste, and drain the sparkling bowls; And when the morn unveils her saffron ray, Spread your broad sails, and plough the liquid way: Lo I this night, your faithful guide, explain Your woes by land, your dangers on the main." "The goddess spoke; in feasts we waste the day, Till Phoebus downward plunged his burning ray; Then sable night ascends, and balmy rest Seals every eye, and calms the troubled breast, Then, curious, she commands me to relate The dreadful scenes of Pluto's dreary state; She sat in silence while the tale I tell, The wondrous visions, and the laws of hell. "Then thus-"The lot of man the gods dispose; These ills are pass'd; now fear thy future woes. O prince, attend; some favouring power be kind, And print the' important story on thy mind! Next, where the Sirens dwell, you plough the seas; Their song is death, and makes destruction please, |