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Warn'd by the high command of Heaven, be awed;
adore, To calm the roarings of the stormy main, And grant me peaceful to my realms again. Then o'er my eyes the gods soft slumber shed, While thus Eurylochus, arising, said
“O friends, a thousand ways frail mortals lead To the cold tomb, and dreadful all to tread; But dreadful most, when by a slow decay Pale hunger wastes the manly strength away. Why cease ye then to'implore the powers above, And offer hecatombs to thundering Jove? Why seize ye not yon beeves, and fleecy prey? Arise unanimous; arise and slay! And if the gods ordain a safe return, To Phoebus shrines shall rise, and altars burn. But should the powers that o'er mankind preside, Decree to plunge us in the whelming tide,
Better to rush at once to shades below,
* Thus he: the beeves around securely stray,
"With prayer they now address the’etherial train, Slay the selected beeves, and flay the slain; The thighs, with fat involved, divide with art, Strew'd o'er with morsels cut from every part. Water, instead of wine, is brought in urns, And pour’d profanely as the victim burns. The thighs thus offer'd, and the entrails dress'd, They roast the fragments and prepare the feast.
"'Twas then soft slumber fled my troubled brain; Back to the bark I speed along the main. When lo! an odour from the feast exhales, Spreads o'er the coast,and scents the tainted gales; A chilly fear congeald my vital blood, And thus, obtesting Heaven, I mourn'd aloud
“O sire of men and gods, immortal Jove! Oh all ye blissful powers that reign above! Why were my cares beguiled in short O fatal slumber, paid with lasting woes! A deed so dreadful all the gods alarms, Vengeance is on the wing, and Heaven in arms !”
• Meantime Lampetie mounts the' aerial way, And kindles into rage the god of day. “Vengeance, ye powers (he cries) and thou
whose hand Aims the red bolt, and hurls the writhen brand!
Slain are those herds which I with pride survey,
‘To whom the thundering power-"O source of Whose radiant lamp adorns the azure way, [day! Still may thy beams through heaven's bright portals The joy of earth, and glory of the skies; [rise, Lo! my red
arm I bare, my thunders guide, To dash the offenders in the whelming tide."
* To fair Calypso, from the bright abodes, Hermes convey'd these councils of the gods. • Meantime from man to man my tongue ex
claims, My wrath is kindled, and my soul in flames. In vain! I view perform’d the direful deed, Beeves, slain by heaps, along the ocean bleed. Now Heaven gave signs of wrath : along the
ground Crept the raw hides, and with a bellowing sound Roar'd the dead limbs; the burning entrails groan'd. Six guilty days my wretched mates employ In impious feasting, and unhallow'd joy: The seventh arose, and now the sire of gods Rein’d the rough storms, and calm’d the tossing
floods; With speed the bark we climb; the spacious sails Loosed from the yards invite the' impelling gales. Past sight of shore, along the surge we bound, And all above is sky, and ocean all around ! When lo! a murky cloud the thunderer forms Full o'er our heads, and blackens heaven with
Night dwells o’er all the deep: and now out flies
And strive to gain the bark; but Jove denies.
•Now sunk the west, and now a southern breeze, More dreadful than the tempest, lash'd the seas; For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves, And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves. All night I drove; and, at the dawn of day, Fast by the rocks beheld the desperate way: Just when the sea within her gulfs subsides, And in the roaring whirlpools rush the tides,
Swift from the float I vaulted with a bound,
*My following fates to thee, O king, are known,