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His labour done, he fired the pile, that gave Could roll the rock. In hopeless grief we lay
And sigh, expecting the return of day.
Now did the rosy-finger'd morn arise, Askance the giant glares, and thus inquires :
And shed her sacred light along the skies: What are ye, guests? on what adventure, say, He wakes, he lights the fire, he milks the dams, Thus far ye wander through the watery way? 300 And to the mothers' teats submits the lambs. Pirates perhaps, who seek through seas unknown The task thus finish'd of his morning hours, The lives of others, and expose your own?
Two more he snatches, murders, and devours. His voice like thunder through the caverns sounds: Then pleased, and whistling, drives his flock before ; My bold companions thrilling fear confounds, Removes the rocky mountain from the door 371 Appall'd at sight of more than mortal man;
And shuts again : with equal ease disposed, At length, with heart recover'd, I began :
As a light quiver's lid is oped and closed. From Troy's famed fields, sad wanderers o'er the His giant voice the echoing region fills; main,
His flocks, obedient, spread o'er all the hills. Behold the relics of the Grecian train !
Thus left behind, even in the last despair Through various seas, by various perils tost, I thought, devised, and Pallas heard my prayer. And forced by storms, unwilling, on your coast ; 310 Revenge, and doubt, and caution, work'd my Far from our destined course and native land, Such was our fate, and such high Jove's command : But this of many counsels seem'd the best : Nor what we are befits us to disclaim,
The monster's club within the cave I spied, 380 Atrides' friends (in arms a mighty name,)
A ee of staleliest growth, and yet undried, Who taught proud Troy and all her sons to bow, Green from the wood; of height and bulk so vast, Victors of late, but humble suppliants now! The largest ship might claim it for a mast. Low at thy knee thy succour we implore ;
This shorten'd of its top, I gave my train Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
A fathom's length, to shape it and to plane; At least some hospitable gift bestow;
The narrower end I sharpen'd to a spire ; 'Tis what the happy to the unhappy owe: 320 Whose point we harden'd with the force of fire, 'Tis what the gods require : those gods revere,
And hid it in the dust tha: strew'd the cave. The poor and stranger are their constant care; Then to my few companions, bold and brave, To Jove their cause, and their revenge belongs, Proposed who first the venturous deed should try, He wanders with them, and he feels their wrongs. In the broad orbit of his monstrous eye
390 Fools that ye are! (the savage thus replies, To plunge the brand, and twirl the pointed wood, His inward fury blazing at his eyes)
When slumber next should tame the man of blood Or strangers, distant far from our abodes,
Just as I wish'd, the lots were cast on four :
Myself the fifth. We stand and wait the hour.
(So fortune chanced, or so some god design'd:)
First down he sits, to milk the woolly dams, (Versed in the turns of various human-kind ;) And then permits their udder to the lambs. And, cautious, thus. Against a dreadful rock, Next seized two wretches more, and headlong cast, Fast by your shore, the gallant vessel broke. Brain'd on the rock ; his second dire repast. Scarce with these few I 'scaped of all my train, I then approach'd him reeking with their gore, Whom angry Neptune whelm'd beneath the main : And held the brimming goblet foaming o'er; The scatter'd wreck the winds blow back again. 341 Cyclop! since human flesh has been thy feast,
He answer'd with his deed: his bloody hand Now drain this goblet, potent to digest; Snatch'd two, unhappy! of my martial band : Know hence what treasures in our ship we lost, 410 And dash'd like dogs against the stony floor ; And what rich liquors other climates boast. The pavement swims with brains and mingled gore ; We to thy shore the precious freight shall bear, Torn limb from limb, he spreads his horrid feast,
If home thou send us, and vouchsafe to spare. And fierce devours it like a mountain beast :
But oh! thus furious, thirsting thus for gore, He sucks the marrow, and the blood he drains, The sons of men shall ne'er approach thy shore, Nor entrails, Aesh, nor solid bone remains.
And never shalt thou taste this nectar more. We see the death from which we cannot move, 350 He heard, he took, and pouring down his throat, And humbled groan beneath the hand of Jove. Delighted, swill'd the large luxurious draught. His ample maw with human carnage fillid,
More! give me more, he cried; the boon be thine, A milky deluge next the giant swill'd;
Whoe'er thou art that bearest celestial wine; 420 Then stretch'd in length o'er half the cavern'd rock, Declare thy name; not mortal is this juice, Lay senseless, and supine, amidst the flock. Such as the unblest Cyclopean climes produce To seize the time, and with a sudden wound (Though sure our vine the largest cluster yields, To fix the slumbering monster to the ground, And Jove's scorn'd thunder serves to drench our fields;) My soul impels me; and in act I stand
But this descended from the blest abodes, To draw the sword; but wisdom held my hand; A rill of nectar, streaming from the gods. A deed 80 rash had finish'd all our fate; . 360 He said, and greedy grasped the heady bowl, No mortal forces from the lofty gate
| Thrice drain'd, and pour'd the deluge on his soul.
His sense lay cover'd with the dozy fume,
| At last, the stone removing from the gate, While thus my fraudful speech I re-assume : With hands extended in the midst he sate : Thy promised boon, 0 Cyclop! now I claim, And search'd each passing sheep, and felt it o'er And plead my title ; Noman is my name.
Secure to seize us ere we reach'd the door. By that distinguish'd from my tender years, (Such as his shallow wit he deem'd was mine ;) 'Tis what my parents call me, and my peers.
But secret I revolved the deep design;
500 The giant then : Our promised grace receive, 'Twas for our lives my labouring bosom wrought ; The hospital boon we mean to give :
Each scheme I turn'd, and sharpen'd every thought ; When all thy wretched crew have felt my power,
This way and that I cast to save my friends, Noman shall be the last I will devour.
Till one resolve my varying counsel ends. He said : then nodding with the fumes of wine Strong were the rams, with native purple fair, Dropp'd his huge head, and snoring lay supine. 440 Well sed, and largest of the fleecy care. His neck obliquely o'er his shoulders hung, These three and three, with ozier bands we tied, Press'd with the weight of sleep that tames the (The twining bands the Cyclop's bed supplied ;) strong;
The midmost bore a man, the outward two There belched the mingled streams of wine and blood, Secured each side: so bound we all the crew, 510 And human flesh, his indigested food.
One ram remain'd, the leader of the flock; Sudden I stir the embers, and inspire
In his deep fleece my grasping hands I lock, With animating breath the seeds of fire ;
And fast beneath, in woolly curls inwove, Each drooping spirit with bold words repair, There cling implicit, and confide in Jove. And urge my train the dreadful deed to dare. When rosy morning glimmerd o'er the dales, The stake now glow'd beneath the burning bed He drove to pasture all the lusty males : (Green as it was) and sparkled fiery red ; 450 The ewes still folded, with distended thighs Then forth the vengeful instrument I bring ; Unmilked, lay bleating in distressful cries. With beating hearts my fellows form a ring. But beedless of those cares, with anguish stung, Urged by some present god, they swift Jet fall He felt their fleeces as they pass'd along. 520 The pointed torment on his visual ball.
(Fool that he was) and let them safely go, Myself above them from a rising ground
All unsuspecting of their freight below. Guide the sharp stake, and twirl it round and round. The master ram at last approach'd the gate, As when a shipwright stands his workmen o'er Charged with his wool, and with Ulysses' fate. Who ply the wimble, some huge beam to bore; Hin while he pass'd, the monster blind bespoke; Urged on all hands, it nimbly spins about,
What makes my ram the lag of all the flock ? The grain deep piercing till it scoops it out: 460 First thou wert wont to crop the flowery mead, In his broad eye so whirls the fiery wood;
First to the field and river's bank to lead, From the pierced pupil spouts the boiling blood; And first with stately step at evening hour Singed are his brows: the scorching lids grow black; Thy fleecy fellows usher to their bower. 530 The jelly bubbles, and the fibres crack.
Now far the last, with pensive pace and slow And as when armourers temper in the ford Thou movest, as conscious of thy master's woe! The keen-edged pole-axe, or the shining sword, Seest thou these lids that now unfold in vain ? The red-hot metal hisses in the lake,
(The deed of Noman and his wicked train!)
What hurts thee, Polypheme ? what strange affright First I release myself, my fellows last :
Friends, Noman kills me; Noman in the hour I check their fondness, and command to fly.
And snatch their oars and rush into the deep. Inflict disease, it fits thee to resign :
Now off at sea, and from the shallows clear, To Jove or to thy father Neptune pray,"
As far as human voice could reach the ear, The brethren cried, and instant strode away.
490 With taunts the distant giant I accost. Joy touch'd my secret soul and conscious heart, Hear me, 0 Cyclop! hear, ungracious host ! Pleased with the effect of conduct and of art. 'Twas on no coward, no ignoble slave, Menntime the Cyclop, raging with the wound, Thou meditatest thy meal in yonder cave; 580 Spreads his wide arms, and searches round and But one the vengeance fated from above
|Doom'd to inflict; the instrument of Joye.
Thy barbarous breach of hospitable bands, A larger rock then heaving from the plain,
631 The god, the god revenges by my hands.
He whirl'd it round; it sung across the main;
With all our force we kept aloof to sea,
Of these due shares to every sailor fall;
Averse, beholds the smoking sacrifice;
And sees me wandering still from coast to coast;
Till ruddy morning purpled o'er the east ;
And mount the decks, and call the willing wind. Ask who disfigured thus that eyeless face? Now, ranged in order on our banks we sweep Say, 'Twas Ulysses ; 'twas his deed declare, With hasty strokes the hoarse-resounding deep; Laërtes son, of Ithaca the fair ;
590 Blind to the future, pensive with our fears, Ulysses, far in fighting fields renown'd,
Glad for the living, for the dead in tears. Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
The astonish'd savage with a roar replies : Oh heavens! oh faith of ancient prophecies !
BOOK X. This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold, (The mighty seer who on these hills grew old;
Adventures with Æolus, the Lestrigons, and Circo.
prosperous winds, and incloses the adverse ones in a And named Ulysses as the destined hand. 600
bag, which his companious untying, they are driven I deem'd some godlike giant to behold,
back again, and rejected. Then they sail to the Les. Or lofty hero, haughty brave, and bold;
trigons, where they lose eleven ships, and with one Not this weak pigmy-wretch, of mean design, only remaining, proceed to the island of Circe. Eury. Who not by strength subdued me, but by wine.
lochus is sent first with some companions all which, But come, accept our gifts, and join to pray
except Eurylochus, are transformed into swine. Ulys. Great Neptune's blessing on the watery way;
ses then undertakes the adventure, and by the help of
Mercury, who gives him the herb Moly, overcomes the For his I am, and I the lineage own:
enchantress, and procures the restoration of his men. The immortal father no less boasts the son.
After a year's stay with her, he prepares, at her insti.
610 Oh! could this arm, (I thus aloud rejoin'd)
Thus I; while raging he repeats his cries, A floating isle! High raised by toil divine
Strong walls of brass the rocky coast confine.
These sons their sisters wed, and all remain
All day they feast, all day the bowls flow round,
And joy and music through the isle resound: It
At night each pair on splendid carpets lay,
This happy port affords our wandering fleet
Full oft I told ; at length for parting moved;
The adverse winds in leathern bags he braced, His baneful suit pollutes these blest abodes,
Thus fierce he said : we sighing went our way,
But mourn in vain; no prospect of return :
And Læstrigonia's gates arise distinct in air.
But he that scorns the chains of sleep to wear,
And join the labours of the night and day. 100
Edged round with cliffs high pointing to the skies:
Our eager sailors seize the fair retreat,
Say, whence, ye gods, contending nations strive I only in the bay refused to moor,
the wretched partners of his toils, Commands the prospect of the plains below : Reproach'd by want, our fruitless labours mourn, No tracks of beasts, or signs of men, we found, And only rich in barren fame return.
But smoky volumes rolling from the ground. Now Æolus, ye see, augments his store:
Two with our herald thither we command, But come, my friends, these mystic gifts explore. With speed to learn what men possess'd the land. They said; and (oh curst fate) the thongs unbound! They went, and kept the wheel's smooth beaten road, The gushing tempest sweeps the ocean round; 51 Which to the city drew the mountain wood; Snatch'd in the whirl, the hurried navy flew, When lo! they met beside a crystal spring, The ocean widen'd, and the shores withdrew. The daughter of Antiphates the king : Rous'd from my fatal sleep, I long debate
She to Artacia's silver streams came down; If still to live, or desperate plunge to fale;
(Artacia's streams alone supply the town :) Thus doubting, prostrate on the deck I lay, The damsel they approach, and ask'd what race Till all the coward thoughts of death gave way. The people were ? who monarch of the place ?
Meanwhile our vessels plough the liquid plain, With joy the maid the unwary strangers heard,
And show'd them where the royal dome appear'd
(Not yielding to some bulky mountain's height) That done, two chosen heralds straight attend A sudden horror struck their aching sight. 130 Our second progress to my royal friend:
Swift at her call her husband scour'd away And him amidst his jovial sons we found;
To wreak his hunger on the destined prey; The banquet steaming and the goblets crown'd: One for his food the raging glutton slew, There humbly stopp'd with conscious shame and But two rush'd out, and to the navy flew. awe,
Balk'd of his prey, the yelling monster flies, Nor nearer than the gate presumed to draw. And fills the city with his hideous cries; But soon his sons their well-known guest descried, A ghastly band of giants hear the roar, And starting from their couches loudly cried, 70 And, pouring down the mountains, crowd the shore. Ulysses here! what dæmon couldst thou meet Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow, To thwart thy passage, and repel thy fleet ?
And dash the ruins on the ships below:
My sword our cables cut, I call'd to weigh;
80 Each nerve to strain, each bending oar to ply. Thus I with art to move their pity tried,
The sailors catch the word, their oars they seize, And touch'd the youths ; but their stern sire replied: And sweep with equal strokes the smoky seas: 150 Vile wretch, begone! this instant I command Clear of the rocks the impatient vessel flies; Thy fleet accursed to leave our hallow'd land. Whilst in the port each wretch encumber'd dies.
With earnest haste my frighted sailors press, Alas! from yonder promontory's brow
Now dropp'd our anchors in the Ææan bay, Some smoke I saw amid the forest rise,
With broken hearts my sad companions stood,
And horrid Læstrigons, the men of blood.
In equal parts I straight divide my band,
And name a chief each party to command;
I led the one, and of the other side
Pensive they march, and pensive we remain.
The palace in a woody vale they found,
(By magic tamed,) familiar to the dome. Of Circe's palace bosom'd in the grove.
With gentle blandishment our men they meet,
And wag their tails, and fawning lick their feet.
His faithful dogs all meet him at the gate,
(Such as the good man ever used to give,)
Now on the threshold of the dome they stood,
And heard a voice resounding through the wood:
Placed at her loom within, the goddess sung:
(A gallant leader, and a man I loved.) The bloody spear, his gather'd feet I tied
What voice celestial chanting to the loom 260
Eurylochus alone of all the band,
Milk newly press'd, the sacred flour of wheat, 270
And honey fresh, and Pramnian wines the treat:
But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl,
Soon in the luscious feast themselves they lost,
To hogs transforms them, and the sty receives.
groan. Ye sad companions of Ulysses' woes!
Meanwhile the goddess in disdain bestows
The fruits of cornel, as their feast, around;
Eurylochus, with pensive steps and slow,
220) Aghast returns; the messenger of woe,