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Now funk the Weft, and now a Southern breeze'] Charybdis rumbling from her inmost caves,

More dreadful than the tempeft, lafh'd the feas;
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,
Faft by the rocks beheld the defporate way:
Juft when the fea within her gulfs fubfides,
And in the roaring whirlpools rush the tides,
Swift from the float I vaulted with a bound,'
The lofty fig-tree seiz'd, and clung around.
So to the beam the bat tenacious clings,
And pendant round it clafps his leathern wings.
High in the air the tree its boughs difplay'd,
And o'er the dungeon caft a dreadful shade,
All unfuftain'd byeen "he wave and fky,
Beneath my feet the whirling billows fly,
What time the judge forfakes the noiẩy bar
To take repaft, and ftills the wordy war;

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The maft refunded on her refluent waves.
Swift from the tree, the floating maft to gain,
Sudden I dropt amiéft the flashing main;
Once more undaunted on the ruin rode,
And oar'd with labouring arms along the flood.
Unfeen I pafs'd by Scylla's dire abodes:
So Jove decreed (dread Sire of men and gods).
Then nine long days I plough ́d the calmer feas,
Heav'd by the furge, and wafted by the breeze.
Weary and wet th' Ogygian shores I gain,
When the tenth fun defcended to the main.
There, in Calypfo's ever-fragrant bowers,
Refresh' lay, and joy beguil'd the hours.

My following fates to thee, O King, are known,
And the bright partner of thy royal throne.
Enough: in mifery can words avail?

And what fo tedious as a twice told tale?

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Ulysses takes his leave of Alcinous and Arete, and embarks in the evening. Next morning the hip arriges at
Ithaca; where the failors, as Ulyffes is yet fleeping, lay bim on the fore with all his treasures. On their
Neptune changes their foip into a rock. In the mean time Ulyffes, araking, knows not his native Ithaca, by rea
fon of a mift which Pallas bad efi round bin.
He breaks into loud lamentations; till the Goddess, appearing

to bim in the form of a shepherd, difcovers the country to him, and points out the particular places. He then tells a feigned flory of his adventures, upon which he manifefts berfelf, and they confult together of the meafures to be taken to deftroy the fuitors. To conceal bis return, and difguife bis perfon the more effectual ly, fbe changes him into the figure of an old beggar.

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́E ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice that liftening still they feem'd to hear.
A paufe of filence hufh'd the fhady rooms:
The grateful conference then the king refumes:
Whatever toils the great Ulyffes paft,
Beneath this happy roof they end at last ;
No longer now from fhore to fhore to roam,
Smooth feas and gentle winds invite him home.
But hear me, princes! whom there walls enclose,
For whom my chanter fings, and goblet flows
With wines unmix'd (an honour due to age,
To cheer the grave, and warm the poet's rage);
Though labour'd gold and many a dazzling veft
Lie heap'd already for our godlike guest;
Without new treafures let him not remove,
Large, and expreffive of the public love:
Each peer a tripod, each peer a vafe beftow,
A general tribute, which the state shall owe.
This fentence pleas'd: then all their steps addreft
To feparate mansions, and retir'd to rest.

Now did the roly-finger'd morn afife,
And fhed her facred light along the skies.
Down to the haven and the ships in hafte
They bore the treasures, and in fafety plac'd.
The king himself the vafes rang'd with care:
Then bade his followers to the feaft repair.

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A victim ox beneath the facred hand
Of great Alcinous falls, and stains the fand..
To Jove th' Eternal (Power above all Powers!
Who wings the winds, and darkens Heaven with
'fhowers)

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The flanes afcendi: till evening they prolong
Thy rites, more facred made by heavenly fong
For in the midft, with public honours grac'd,
The lyre divine, Demodocus! was plac'a;
All, but Ulyffes, heard with fix'd delight..
He fate, and ey'd the fun, and wish'd the night;
Slow feem'd the fun to move, the hours to roll,
His native home deep-imag'd in his foul."
As the tir'd ploughman spent with stubborn toil,
Whofe oxen long have torn the furrow'd foil, 40
Sees with delight the fun's declining ray,
When home with feeble knees he bends his way
To late repaft (the day's labour done):
So to Ulyffes welcome fet the fun.
Then inftant to Alcinous and the reft
(The Scherian states) he turn'ð, ánd thus addreft
O thou, the first in merit and command!
And you the peers and princes of the land!
May every joy be yours! nor this the leaft,
When due libation shall have crown'd the feaft,
Safe to my home to send your happy guest.

Complete are now the bounties you have given,
Be all thofe bounties but confirm'd by Heaven!
So may I find, when all my wanderings ceafe,
My confort blanclefs, and my friends in peace. 55
On you be every blife; and every day,
In home felt juys delighted, roll away :
Yourfelves, your wives, your long-defcending

race,

May every God enrich with every grace !
Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation ftand,
And public evil never touch the land!..

His words, well-weigh'd, the general voice prov'd

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Benign, and infant his difmiflion mov’d.
The monarch to Pontonous gave the fign,
To fill the goblet high with rofy wine:
Great Jove the Father firit (he cry'd) implore;
Then fend the ftranger to his native shore..

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Far from the town a fpacious port appears, Sacred to Phorcys' power, whofe name it bearst. Two craggy rocks projecting to the main, The roaring wind's tempeftuous rage restrain; Within, the waves in fofter murmurs glide, And fhips fecure without their halfers ride; High at the head a branching olive grows, And crowns the pointed cliffs with fhady boughs. Beneath, a gloomy grotto's coal recefs.. 160Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring feas, 125 Where bowls and urns were form'd of living stone, ap-And mafly beams in native marble fhone;

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On which the labours of the nymph were roll'd, Their webs divine of purple mix'd with gold. Within the cave the clustering bees attend 65Their waxen works, or from the roof depend, Perpetual waters o'er the pavement glide; Two marble doors unfold on either fide; Sacred the fouth, by which the Gods defcend; But mortals enter at the northern end. Thither they bent, and haul'd their ship to

The luscious wine th' obedient herald brought;
Around the manfion flow'd the purple draught;
Each from his feat to each immortal pours,
Whom glory circles in th' Olympian bowers.
Ulyffes fole with air majeftic ftands,
The bowl prefenting to Arete's hands;

Then thus: O Queen, farewell! be still poffeft?
Of dear remembrance, blefling ftill and bleft!
Till age and death fhall gently call thee hence,
(Sure fate of every mortal excellence!)
Farewell! and joys fucceffive ever spring
To thee, to thine, the people, and the king!
Thus he; then parting prints the fandy hore
To the fair port: a herald march'd before,
Sent by Alcinous; of Arete's train

Three chofen maids attend him to the main;
This does a tunic and white veft convey,
A various cafket that, of rich inlay,

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(The crooked keel divides the yellow fand); Ulyffes fleeping on his couch they bore, And gently plac'd him on the rocky shore. His treafures next, Alcinous' gifts, they laid In the wild olive's unfrequented shade, Secure from theft: then launch'd the bark again, Refun'd their oars, and meafur'd back the main. Nor yet forgot old Ocean's dread fupreme 80 The vengeance vow'd for eyelefs Polypheme.: 145 Before the throne of mighty Jove he stood; And fought the fecret counfels of the Gud:

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Shall then no more, O Sire of Gods, be mine..
The rights and honours of a Power divine vey
Scorn'dev'n by man, and (oh! severe difgrace !).
By foft Phæacians, my degenerate race!
Againt yon deftin'd head in vain I fwore,
And menac'd vengeance, ere he reach'd his fore:
To reach his natal fhore was thy decree;

Mild I obey'd, for who fhall war with thee? 155
Behold him landed, careless and afleep,

From all th' cluded dangers of the deep!
Lo! where he lies, amidit a fhining fore
Of brafs, rich garments, and refulgent ore:
And bears triumphant to his native ifle
95A prize more worth than Ilion's noble spoil.

Safe in the hollow poop difpofe the cates:
Upon the deck foft painted robes they fpread,
With linen cover'd for the hero's bed.
He climb'd the lofty ftern! then gently prest
The fwelling couch, and lay compos'd to refti
Now plac'd in order, the Phaacian train
Their cables loofe, and launch into the main :
At once they bend, and ftrike their equal oars,
And leave the finking hills, and leffening fhores.
While on the deck the chief in filence lies,
And pleafing flumbers Real upon his eyes.
As fiery courfers in the rapid race.
Urg'd by fierce drivers through the dusty space,
Tols their high heads, and fcour along the plain; 100
So mounts the bounding veffel o'er the main.
Back to the ftern the parted billows flow,
And the black ocean foams, and roars below.
Thus with fpread fails the winged galley flies;
Lefs fwift an eagle cuts the liquid fkies;
Divine Ulyffes was her facred load,
A man, in wifdom equal to a God!
Much danger, long and mighty toils, he bore,
In ftorms by fea, and combats on the shore:
All which foft fleep now banish'd from his breaft,
Wrapt in a pleasing, deep, and death-like rest.

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Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain!
Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main !· 165-
Rever'd and awful ev'n in heaven's abodes,
Ancient and great! a God above the Gods!
If that low race offend thy power divine,...
(Weak, daring creatures!) is not vengeance thine ?
Go then, the guilty at thy will chastife,
He faid: the Shaker of the earth replies:
This then 1 doom; to fix the gallant ship
A mark of vengeance on the fable deep:
To warn the thoughtless self-confiding train,
No more unlicens'd thus to brave the main.
Full in their port a fhady hill shall rife...
If fuch thy will-We will it, Jove replies:
Even when, with tranfport blackening all the
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Fix her for ever, a memorial ftone:
Still let her feem to fail, and feem alone;
The trembling crowds fhall fee the fudden fhade
Of whelming mountains overhang their head!
With that the God, whose earthquakes
the ground,

Fierce to Phæacia crofs'd the vast profound.
Swift as a swallow fweeps the liquid way,
The winged pinnace fhot along the fea.
The God arrefts her with a sudden stroke,
And roots her down an everlasting rock.
Aghaft the Scherians ftand in deep, surprise;
All prefs to fpeak, all queftion with their eyes.
What hands unfeen the rapid bark refrain !
And yet it fwims, or feems to fwim, the main !
Thus they, uncoufcions of the deed divine;
Till great Alcinous rifing own'd the fign.

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Behold the long predeftin'd day! (he cries)
Oh! certain faith of ancient prophecies!
These ears have heard my royal fire difclofe
A dreadful story, big with future woes;
How mov'd with wrath, that careless we convey
Promiscuous every guest to every bay,
Stern Neptune rag'd; and how by his command
Firm rooted in the furge a fhip should stand
(A monument of wrath); and mound on mound
Should hide our walls, or whelm beneath
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Where fhall this treasure now in fafety lie 1
And whither, whither, its fad owner fly?
Ah! why did I Alcinous' grace implore?
Ah why forfake Phæacia's happy fhore?
'some juster prince perhaps had entertain'd,
And safe restor'd me to my native land.
Is this the promis'd long-expected coast,
And this the faith Phœacia's rulers boaft?
O righteous Gods! of all the great how few
Are just to Heaven, and to their promise true!
Eut he, the Power to whose all-seeing eyes
The deeds of men appear without disguise.
'Tis his alone t' avenge the wrongs I bear:
For full th' oppreft are his peculiar care.
To count thefe prefents, and from thence to prove
Their faith, is mine: the reft belongs to Jove., 260
Then on the fands he rang'd his wealthy ftore,
The gold, the vests, the tripuds, number'd o'er :
All thefe he found, but ftill in error loft
Difconfolate he wanders on the coast,
Sighs for his country, and laments again
To the deaf rocks, and hoarfe-refounding main.
When, lo! the guardian Goddess of the wife,
Celeftial Pallas, stood before his eyes;

In fhow a youthful fwain, of form divine,

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Who feem'd defcended from fome princely line, 270 the A graceful robe her flender body drest, 205Around her fhoulders flew the waving veft, Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,

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The Fates have follow'd as declar'd the scer,
Be humbled, nations! and your monarch hear.
No more unlicens'd brave the deeps, no more
With every stranger pass from shore to fhore;
On angry Neptune now for mercy call:
To his high name let twelve black oxen fall.
So may the God reverfe his purpos'd will,
Nor o'er our city hang the dreadful hill.
The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd:

Forth on the fands the victim oxen led:
The gather'd tribes before the altar ftand,
And chiefs and rulers, a majestic band.

The King of Ocean all the tribes implore;
The blazing altars redden all the fhore.
Meanwhile Ulyffes in his country lay,

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Releas'd from fleep, and round him might furvey
The folitary fhore, and rolling fea.

Yet had his mind through tedious abfence loft
The dear remembrance of his native coast ;
Befides, Minerva, to fecure her care,
Diffus'd around a veil of thicken'd air :
For fo the Gods ordain'd, to keep unfeen
His royal perfon from his friends and queen;
Till the proud fuitors for their crimes afford
An ample vengeance to their injur'd lord.

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And painted fandals on her feet the wore.

To whom the king: Whoe'er of human race 275
Thou art, that wander'ft in this defert place!
With joy to thee, as to fome God, I bend,
To thee my treasures and myself commend.
Oh! tell a wretch in exile doom'd to ftray,
What air I breathe, what country I survey? 280
The fruitful continent's extremen bound,
Or fome fair ifle which Neptune's arms fur-
round!
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From what fair clime (faid the) remote from
Arriv'st thou here a stranger to our name?
Thou feeft an island, not to thofe unknown
Whofe hills are brighten'd by the rifing fun,
Nor those that plac'd beneath his utmost reign
Behold him finking in the western main.
The rugged foil allows no level space
For flying chariots, or the rapid race;

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Yet, not ungrateful to the peafant's pain,
Suffices fulness to the fwelling grain :
The loaded trees their various fruits produce,
And clustering grapes afford a generous juice:
Woods crown our mountains, and in every grove
230 The bounding goats and frifking heifers rove :
Soft rains and kindly dews refresh the field,
And rifing fprings eternal verdure yield.
Ev'n to thofe fhores is Ithaca renown'd,
Where Troy's majestic ruins firow the grouud. 300
At this the chief with transport was poffeft,
His panting heart exulting in his breast :
Yet, well diffembling his untimely joys,
And veiling truth in plaufible difguife,
Thus, with an air fincere, in fiction bold,
His ready tale th' inventive hero told :

Now all the land another prospect bore,
Another port appear'd, another shore,
And long-continued ways, and winding floods,
And unknown mountains, crown'd with unknown
Penfive and flow with fudden grief oppreft [woods.
The king arofe, and beat his careful breaft,
Caft a long look o'er all the coast and main,
And fought around, his native realm in vain :
Then with erected eyes food fix'd in woe,
And, as he spoke, the tears began to flow:

Ye Gods! he cry'd, upon what barren coast,
In what new region, is Ulyffes toft?
Poffefs'd by wild barbarians, fierce in arms?
Or men whose bofom tender pity warma?

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Oft have I heard in Crete this ifland's name ;
For 'twas from Crete my native foil I came,
Self-banith d thence. I fail'd before the wind,
And left my children and my friends behind, 310

From fierce Idomencus' revenge I flew,
Whofe fon, the fwift Orfilochus, I flew,
(With brutal force he feiz'd my Trojan prey,-
Due to the toils of many a bloody day).
Unfeen I'fcap'd; and, favour'd by the night,
In a Phoenician veffel took my flight,
For Pyle or Elis bound: but tempests toft
And raging billows drove us on your coaft.
In dead of night an unknown port we gain'd,
Spent with fatigue, and flept fecure on land.
But here the refy morn renew'd the day,
While in th' embrace of pleafing fleep 1 lay,
Sudden, invited by aufpicious gales,
They land my goods, and hoif their flying fails.
Abandon'd here, my fortune I deplore,
A hapless exile on a foreign fhore.

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plies:

How prone to doubt, how cautious, are the wife!
Who, vers'd in fortune, fear the flattering fhow,
315 And tafte not half the blifs the Gods bestow.
¦ The more shall Pallas aid thy just desires,
And guard the wifdom which herfelf infpires.
Others, long abfent from their native place, 380
Straight feek their home, and fly with eager
pace
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To their wives' arms, and children's dear em-
Not thus Ulyffes: he decrees to prove
His fubjects' faith, and queen's fufpected love:
Who mourn'd her lord twice ten revolving years,
And waste the days in grief, the nights in tears.
But Pallas knew (thy friends and navy loft)
Once more 'twas given thee to behold thy coaft :
Yet how could I with adverfe Fate engage,
And mighty Neptune's unrelenting rage?
Now lift thy longing eyes, while I restore
The pleafing profpect of thy native fhore :
Behold the port of Phorcys! fenc'd around
With rocky mountains, and with olives crown'd.
Behold the gloomy grot! whose cool recess
Delights the Nereids of the neighbouring feas!
Whofe now neglected altars in thy reign
Blush'd with the blood of fheep and oxen flain,
Behold! where Neritus the clouds divides,
And shakes the waving forefts on his fides.

Thus while he spoke, the blue-ey'd Maid began
With pleafing fmiles to view the godlike man:
Then chang'd her form and now, divinely
bright,

Jove's heavenly daughter ftood confefs'd to fight;
Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom,
Skill'd in th' illuftrious labours of the loom.

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Oh, ftill the fame Ulyffes! the rejoin'd,
In ufeful craft fuccefsfully refin'd!
Artful in fpeech, in action, and in mind!
Suffic'd it not, that, thy long labours past,
Secure thou feest thy native shore at laft?
But this to me? who, like thyself, excel
In arts of counfel, and diffembling well;
To me, whofe wit exceeds the power divine,
No lefs than mortals are furpais'd by thine.
Know'st thou not me? who made thy life my
[years wat:
Through ten years wandering, and through ten
Who taught thee arts, Alcinous to perfuade,
To raise his wonder, and engage his aid:
And now appear thy treasures to protect,
Conceal thy perfon, thy defigns direct,

care,

And tell what more thou muft from Fate exped.
Domestic woes far heavier to be borne!
The pride of fools, and slaves' infulting fcorn.
But thou be filent, nor reveal thy ftate;
Yield to the force of unrefited fate,
And bear unmov'd the wrongs of bafe
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So fpake the Goddefs; and the profpect clear'd,
The mifts difpers'd, and all the coaft appear'd.
The king with joy confefs'd his place of birth,
And on his knees falutes his mother earth:
Then, with his fuppliant hands upheld in air,
Thus to the fea-green Sifters fends his prayer:
All hail ye virgin-daughters of the main !
Ye ftreams, beyond my hopes beheld again!
To you once more your own Ulyffes bows;
Attend his transports, and receive his vows!
If Jove prolong my days, and Pallas crown
The growing virtues of my youthful fon,
To you fall rites divine be ever paid,
And grateful offerings on your altars laid.

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The laft, and hardeft, conqueft of the mind.
Goddefs of Wisdom! Ithacus replies,
He who difcerns thee mutt be truly wife,
So feldom view'd, and ever in difguife!
When the bold Argives led their warring powers,
Again proud Ilion's well-defended towers;
Ulyfies was thy care, celestial Maid!
Grac'd with thy fight, and favour'd with thy aid.
But when the Trojan piles in athes lay,

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Now, feated in the clive's facred shade,
Confer the hero and the Martial Maid.
The Goddefs of the azure eyes began :
Son of Laertes! much-experienc'd man!
'The fuitor-train thy earliest care demand,
Of that luxurious race to rid the land:
Three years thy house their lawless rule has feen,
And proud addrefies to the matchlefs queen.
But the thy abfence mourns from day to day,
And inly bleeds, and filent waftes away:
370 Elufive of the bridal hour, fhe gives
Fond hopes to all, and all with hopes deceives.
To this Ulyffes: O, celeftial maid!
Prais'd be thy counfel, and thy timely aid :

Our fect difpers'd and driven from coast to coaft,
Thy facred prefence from that hour I loft ;
Till I beheld thy radiant form once more,
And heard thy counfels on Phæacia's thore.
But, by th' almighty author of thy race,
Tell me, oh tell! is this my native place?
For much I fear, long tracts of land and fea
Divide this coaft from diftant Ithaca ;
The fweet delufion kindly you impofe,
To foothe my hopes, and mitigate my woes.

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Elfe had I feen my native walls in vain,
Like great Atrides just restor'd and flain.
Vouchsafe the means of vengeance to debate,
And plan with all thy arts the scene of fate.
Then, then be prefent, and my foul inspire,
As when we wrapp'd Troy's heaven-built walls in

fire.

Though leagued against me hundred heroes stand,
Hundreds fhall fall, if Pallas aids my hand.

She anfwer'd in the dreadful day of fight
Know, I am with thee, ftrong in all my might.
If thou but equal to thyfelf be found,
What gafping numbers then shall prefs
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Me into other realms my cares convey,
440 To Sparta, flill with female beauty gay :
For know, to Sparta thy lov'd offspring came,
To learn thy fortunes from the voice of Fame.
At this the father, with a father's care.
Muft he too fuffer? he, O Goddefs! bear 480
Of wanderings and of woes a wretched fhare?
Through the wild occan plough the dangerous way,
And leave his fortunes and his house a prey?
Why would't' not thou, O all enlighten'd Mind!
Inform him certain, and protect him, kind? 485
To whom Minerva: Be thy foul at reft;
And know, whatever Heaven ordains, is best.
To fame I fent him, to acquire renown:
To other regions is his virtue known :
Secure he fits, near great Atrides plac'd!
With friendships ftrengthen'd, and with honours
But lo! an ambush waits his paffage o'er; [grac'd.
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What human victims stain the feastful floor!
How wide the pavements float with guilty gore!
It fits thee now to wear a dark disguise,
And fecret walk unknown to mortal eyes.
For this, my hand fhall wither every grace,
And every elegance of form and face,
O'er thy smooth skin a bark of wrinkles fpread,
Turn hoar the auburn honours of thy head,
Disfigure every limb with coarse attire,
And in thy eyes extinguifh all the fire;
Add all the wants and the decays of life;
Eftrange thee from thy own; thy fun, thy wife:
From the loath'd object every fight shall turn,
And the blind fuitors their deftruction fcorn.
Go first the mafter of thy herds to find,
True to his charge, a loyal fwain and kind:
For thee he fighs and to the royal heir
And chafte Penelope extends his care.
At the Coracian rock he now refides,
Where Arethufa's fable water glides;
The fable water and the copious maît
Swell the fat herd; Inxuriant, large repaft!
With him, reft peaceful in the rural cell,
And all you ask his faithful tongue fhail tell;

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In vain for fooner all the murderous brood
This injur'd land fhall fatten with their blood. 495
She fpake, then touch'd him with her powerful
wand:

The fkin fhrunk up, and wither'd at her hand :
A fwift old age o'er all his members spread;
A fudden froit was fprinkled on his head;
Nor longer in the heavy eye-ball fhin'd
The glance divine, forth-beaming from the mind.
His robe, which fpots indelible befmear,
In rags dishonest flutters with the air:

A ftag's torn hide is lapp'd around his reins;
A rugged staff his trembling hand fuftains;
And at his fide a wretched fcrip was hung,
470 Wide-patch'd, and knotted to a twisted thong.
So look'd the chief, fo mov'd, to mortal eyes
Object uncouth! a man of miferies!
While Pallas, cleaving the wide field of air,
To sparta flies, Telemachus her care.

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BOOK XIV.

THE ARGUMENT.

The Converfation will Eumaus.

Why Fer arrives in difgnife at the boyfe of Eumous, here be is received, entertained, and lodved, with the utmost befpitality. The feveral difcourjes of that faithful old fervant, with the figned fury told by Ulyffes to conceal bimfelf, and other converfations on various fubjects, take up this entire Book.

‣ UT he, deep-mufing, o'er the mountains fray'd

BThrough many thickets of the Woodland Chade,

And cavern'd ways, the craggy coat along,
With cliffs and nodding forefts over-hung,
Eumæus at his fylvan lodge he fought,
A faithful fervant, and without a fault.
Ulyffes found him bufied, as he fate
Before the threshold of his ruthie gate;
Around the manfion in a circle fhone
A rural portico of rugged stone.

In abfence of his Lord, with honeft toil
His own industrious hands had rais'd the pile).

The wall was ftore from neighbouring quarries
borne,

Encircled with a fence of naked thorn,

And troug with pales, by many a weary firoke 15
5Of fubborn labour hewn from heart of oak;
Frequent and thick. Within the space we rear'd
Twelve ample cells, the lodgment of his herd.
Full fitty pregnant females each contain d;
The males without (a finaller race) remain;
10 Doom'd to fupply the fuiters' wafteful feaft,
A tuck by daily luxury decreas'd!

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