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Young and mature! (the monarch thus rejoins) In thee renew'd the soul of Nestor shines : Form’d by the care of that consummate sage, In early bloom an oracle of age. Whene'er his influence Jove vouchsafes to shower To bless the natal, and the nuptial hour; From the great sire, transmissive to the race, The boon devolving gives distinguish'd grace. Such, happy Nestor! was thy glorious doom: Around thee full of years, thy offspring bloom, Expert of arms, and prudent in debate; The gifts of Heaven to guard thy hoary state. But now let each becalm his troubled breast, Wash, and partake serene the friendly feast. To move thy suit, Telemachus, delay, Till heaven's revolving lamp restores the day.'
He said. Asphalion swift the laver brings: Alternate all partake the grateful springs: Then from the rites of purity repair, And with keen gust the savoury viands share. Mean time with genial joy to warm the soul, Bright Helen mix'd a mirth-inspiring bowl; Temper'd with drugs of sovereign use, to'assuage The boiling bosom of tumultuous rage; To clear the cloudy front of wrinkled care, And dry the tearful sluices of despair: Charm'd with that virtuous draught, the’exalted All sense of woe delivers to the wind: [mind Though on the blazing pile his parents lay, Or a loved brother groan’d his life away, Or darling son, oppress'd by ruffian-force, Fell breathless at his feet a mangled corse; From morn to eve, impassive and serene, The man entranced would view the deathful scene.
These drugs, so friendly to the joys of life,
•Seam’d o'er with wounds, which his own sabre In the vile habit of a village slave, [gave, The foe deceived, he pass'd the tented plain, In Troy to mingle with the hostile train. In this attire secure from searching eyes, Till haply piercing through the dark disguise The chief I challenged; he, whose practised wiť Knew all the serpent-mazes of deceit, Eludes
search: but when his form I view'd Fresh from the bath with fragrant oils renew'd, His limbs in military purple dress'd; [fess'd. Each brightening grace the genuine Greek conA previous pledge of sacred faith obtain's, Till he the lines and Argive fleet regain’d,
To keep his stay conceal'd; the chief declared
The pleasing sounds each latent warrior warm’d,
• Inclement Fate! (Telemachus replies)
He ceased; the menial fair that round her wait, At Helen's beck
guest: While to his regal bower the king ascends, And beauteous Helen on her lord attends.
Soon as the morn, in orient purple dress’d, Unbarr’d the portal of the roseate east,
The monarch rose; magnificent to view,
Say, royal youth, sincere of soul, report
main ? O highly favour'd delegate of Jove! (Replies the prince) inflamed with filial love, And anxious hope, to hear my parent's doom, A suppliant to your royal court I come. Our sovereign seat a lewd usurping race With lawless riot and misrule disgrace; To pamper'd insolence devoted fall Prime of the flock, and choicest of the stall: For wild ambition wings their bold desire, And all to mount the’imperial bed aspire. But prostrate I implore, O king! relate The mournful series of my father's fate! Each known disaster of the man disclose, Born by his mother to a world of woes! Recite them! nor in erring pity fear To wound with storied grief the filial ear: If e'er Ulysses, to reclaim your right, Avow'd his zeal in council or in fight, If Phrygian camps the friendly toils attest, To the sire's merit give the son's request.'
Deep from his inmost soul Atrides sigh'd, And thus indignant to the prince replied