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Nor think thyself exempt; that rosy prime 100 For when to fate he bows, each Grecian dame
The night still raveil'd what the day renewid:
My ineffectual trud the fourth reveal'd:
Befriended by my own domestic spies,
And fear forbids to falsify the brede.
And to their suffrage gain the filial voice. To soothe my grief hr haply may record;
For rule mature, Telemacluus deplores, Yet him, my guest, thy venom'd rage hath stung; His dome dishonour'd, and exhausted stores.Thy head shall pay the forfeit of thy tongue ! But, stranger! as thy days seem full of fate, But thou on whom my palace cares depend, Divide discourse, in turn thy birth relate : Euronymé, regard the stranger-friend :
Thy port asserts thee of distinguish'd race; A seat, soft spread with furry spoils, prepare ; No poor unfather'd product of disgrace. Due-distant for us both to speak and hear. 120 Princess! he cries, renew'd by your command,
The menial fair obeys with duteous haste: The dear remembrance of my native land, A seat adorn'd with firry spoils she placed:
Of secret grief unseals the fruitful source :
13 Due-distant for discourse ihe hero sate;
And tears repeat their long-forgotten course! When thus the sovereign from her chair of state: So pays the wretch whom fate constrains to roam, Reveal, obsequious to my first demand,
The dues of nature to his natal home! Thy name, thy lineage, and thy natal land. But inward on my soul let sorrow prey,
He thus: O queen! whose far-resounding fame Your sovereign will my duty bids obey. Is bounded only by the starry frame,
Crete awes the circling waves, a fruitful soil ! Consummate pattern of imperial sway,
And ninety cities crown the sea-born isle: Whose pious rule a warlike race obey! 130 Mix'd with her genuine sons, adopted names In wavy gold thy summer vales are dress'd;
In various tongues avow their various claims: Thy autumns bend with copious fruit oppressid : Cydonians, dreadful with the bended yew,
200 With focks and herds each grassy plain is stored ; And bold Pelasgi boast a native's due: And fish of every tin thy seas afford :
The Dorians plumed amid the files of war,
Divided right; each ninth revolving year,
His son who gave me first to view the day!
The royal bed an elder issue blest,
210 A winy vapour melting in a tear.
Idomeneus, whom Ilian fields attest
Nived inglorious in my native isle,
Studious of peace, and Ethon is my name.
His vessels moor’d, (an incommodious port!)
Ardent the partner of his arms to find, They press the Hymenæan rite abhorr’d.
In leagues of long commutual friendship join'd. Misrule thus mingling with doinestic cares, Vain hope! ten suns had warm’d the western strand, I live regardless of my state affairs ;
Since my brave brother with his Cretan band Receive no stranger-guest, po poor relieve; Had sail'd for Troy: but to the genial feast But ever, for my lord, in secret grieve !
My honour'd roof received the royal guest : This art, instinct by some celestial power,
160 Beeves for his train the Cnossian peers assign, I tried, elusive of the bridal-hour:
A public treat, with jars of generous wine. “ Ye peers, I cry, who press to gain a heart, Twelve days while Boreas vex'd the aerial space, 230 Where dead Ulysses claims no future part; My hospitable dome he deigo'd to grace: Rebate your loves, each rival suit suspend,
And when the north had ceased her stormy roar, 'Till this funereal web my labours end :
He wing'd his voyage to the Phrygian shore. Cease, till to good Laërtes I bequeath
Thus the famed hero perfected in wiles, A pall of state, the ornament of death.
With fair similitude of truth beguiles
The queen's attentive ear: dissolved in woe, With the dear blessing of a fair increase;
In rich Thesprotja, and the nearer bound
Without retinue, to that friendly shore
Were doom'd by Jove, and Phæbus' just decree, Or globes of iron fix'd in either sphere;
To perish in the rough Trinacrian sea.
A Boating fragment of the wreck regain'd,
320 Ulysses graced, confirm by faithful proof;
That race, who emulate the life of gods, Delineate to my view my warlike lord,
Receive him joyous to their blest abodes : His form, his habit, and his train record.
Large gifts confer, a ready sail command, 'Tis hard, he cries, to bring to sudden sight To speed his voyage to the Grecian strand Ideas that have wing'd their distant fight;
But your wise lord (in whose capacious soul Rare on the mind those images are traced,
High schemes of power in just succession roll) Whose footsteps twenty winters have defaced : 260 His Ithaca refused from favouring Fate, But what I can, receive. In ample mode, Till copious wealth might guard his regal state. A robe of military purple flow'd
Phedon the fact affirm'd, whose sovereign sway O'er all his frame : illustrious on his breast. Thresprotian tribes, a duteous race, obey; 330 The double-clasping gold the king confest.
And bade the gods this added truth attest, In the rich woof a hound, Mosaic drawn,
(While pure libations crown'd the genial feast,)
But first the Ulyssean wealth survey:
The darling object of your royal love
Was journied thence to Dodonean Jove, 840 I gave, enamelld with Vulcanian art;
By the sure precept of the sylvan shrine, A manile purple-tinged, and radiant vest,
To form the conduct of his great design : Dimension'd equal to his size, exprest
Irresolute of soul, his state to shroud Affection grateful to my honour'd guest.
In dark disguise, or come, a king avow'd ? A favourite herald in his train I knew,
Thus lives your lord ; nor longer doom'd to roam : His visage solemn, sad, of sable hue :
Soon will he grace his dear paternal dome. Short woolly curls o'erfleeced his bending head, 280 By Jove, the source of good, supreme in power! O'er which a promontory shoulder spread;
By the blest genius of this friendly bower! Eurybates ! in whose large soul alone
1 ratify my speech: before the sun Ulysses viewed an image of his own.
His annual longitude of heaven hath run; 350
In the next month renews her faded wane,
What thanks! what boon! replied the queen, are due, O thou, she cried, whom first inclement fate When time shall prove the storied blessing true ? Made welcome to our hospitable gate ;
My lord's return should fate no more retard,
I long must weep, nor will Ulysses come, 360 In happier hours my artful hand employ'd,
With royal gifts to send thee honour'd home When my loved lord this blissful bower enjoy'd: Your other task, ye menial train forbear: The fall of Troy, erroneous and forlorn,
Now wash the stranger, and the bed prepare :
With splendid palls the downy fleece adorn:
Then with Telemachus the social feast
Whoe'er neglects to pay distinction due, 370 Conscious of worth reviled, thy generous mind
The friendly rite of purity declined;
My will concurring with my queen's command, 410 In real fame, when most humane my deed; Accept the bath from this obsequious hand. And vainly to the praise of queen aspire
A strong emotion shakes my anguish'd breast : If, stranger, I permit that mean attire
In thy whole form Ulysses seems express'd: Beneath the feastful bower. A narrow space
Of all the wretched harbour'd on our coast, Confines the circle of our destined race;
None imaged e'er like thee my master lost. "Tis ours with good the scanty round to grace.
Thus half discover'd through the dark disguise, Those who to cruel wrong their state abuse, With cool composure feign'd, the chief replies: Dreaded in life, the mutter'd curse pursues ; 380 You join your suffrage to the public vote; By death disrobed of all their savage powers,
The same you think, have all beholders thought. Then licensed rage her hateful prey devours.
He said: replenish'd from the purest springs, 450 But he whose in-born worth his acts commend, The laver straight with busy care she brings : Of gentle soul, to human race a friend,
In the deep vase that shone like burnish'd gold,
The boiling tluid temperates the cold.
Princess, he cried, in vain your bounties flow The scar, with which his manly knee was sign'd; On me, confirm'd and obstinate in woe.
His face averting from the crackling blaze,
Cautious in vain: nor ceased the dare to find, 460 Nor will my heart-corroding cares abate
The scar with which his manly knee was siga'd.
This on Parnassus (combating the boar)
His grandsire sent him to the sylvan chace,
For spotless faith and deeds of martial fame:
400 Hermes, his patron-god, those gists bestow'd, Some wretch reluctant views aërial light,
Whose shrine with weanling lambs he wont to To her mean hand assign the friendly rite.
load.) Pleased with this wise reply, the queen rejoin'd: His course to Ithaca this hero sped,
470 Such gentle manners, and so sage a mind,
When the first product of Laërtes' bed In all who graced this hospitable bower
Was new disclosed to birth: the banquet ends, I ne'er discern'd before this social hour.
When Euryclea from the queen descends, Such servant as your humble choice requires, And to his fond embrace the habe commends. To light received the lord of my desires,
“ Receive, she cries, your royal daughter's son; New from the birth: and with a mother's hand And name the blessing that your prayers have won. His tender bloom to manly growth sustain'd: 410 Then thus the hoary chief: My victor arms Of matchless prudence, and a duteous mind : Have awed the realms around with dire alarms : Though now to life's extremest verge declined, A sure memorial of my dreaded fame Of strength superior to the task assign’d. The boy shall bear; Ulysses be his name! Rise, Euryclea! with officious care,
And when with filial love the youth shall come For the poor friend the clean ing bath prepare : To view his mother s soil, my Delphic dome This debt his correspondent fortunes claim, With gists of price shall send him joyous home. Too like Ulysses, and perhaps the same!
Lured with the promised boon, when youthful primo Thus old with woes my fancy paints him now ! Ended in man, his mother's natal clime For age untimely marks the careful brow.
Ulysses sought; with fond affection dear Instant, obsequious to the mild command, 420 Amphithea's arms received the royal heir : Sad Euryclea rose: with trembling hand
Her ancient lord* an equal joy possess'd; She veils the torrent of her tearful eyes;
Instant he bade prepare the genial feast : And thus impassion'd to herself replies:
A steer to form the sumptuous banquet bled, 490 Son of my love, and monarch of my cares ! Whose stately growih tive flowery summers fed : What pangs for thee this retched bosom bears! His sons divide, and roast with artful care Are thus by Jove who constant beg his aid
The limbs; then all the tasteful viands share. With pious deed, and pure devotion, paid? Nor ceased discourse, (the lanquet of the soul) He never dared defraud the sacred fane,
Till Phæbus, wheeling to the western goal, or perfect hecatombs in order slain :
Resign'd the skies, and night revolved the pole. There oft implored his tutelary power,
430 Their drooping eyes the slumberous shade oppress'd, Long to protract the sad sepulchral hour;
Sated they rose, and all retired to rest. That, form'd for empire with paternal care,
Soon as the morn, new-robed in purple light, His realm might recognise an equal heir.
Pierced with her golden shafts the rear of night, 500
The young Autolyci, assay the chace
ad Parnassus, thick perplex'd with horrid shades, Else, if the gods my vengeful arm sustain,
With deep-mouth'd hounds the hunter-troop invades: And prostrate to my sword the suitor-train, emad, What time the sun, from ocean's peaceful stream, With their lewd mates, thy undistinguish'd age Darts o'er the lawn his horizontal beam.
Shall bleed a victim to vindictive rage. **: The pack impatient snuff the tainted gale
Then thus rejoin'd the dame, devoid of fear: The thorny wilds the woodmen fierce assail; What words, my son, have pass'd thy lips severe ? And, foremost of the train, his cornel spear Deep in my soul the trust shall lodge secured ;
Ulysses waved, to rouse the savage war. 510 With ribs of steel, and marble heart, immured. ces Deep in the rough recesses of the wood,
When heaven, auspicious to thy right avow'd, A lofty copse, the growth of ages, stood;
Shall prostrate to thy sword the suitor-crowd ; 580 Nor winter's boreal blast, nor thunderous shower, The deeds I'll blazon of the menial fair; ethn Nor solar ray, could pierce the shady bower. 'The lewd to death devote, the virtuous spare.
With wither'd foliage strew'd, a heapy store ! Thy aid avails me not, the chief replied ;
My own experience shall their doom decide; poly Roused by the hounds' and hunters' mingling crios, A witness-judge precludes a long appeal : The savage from his leafy shelter flies :
Suffice it then thy monarch to conceal. With fiery glare his sanguine eye-balls shine,
He said: obsequious, with redoubled pace, yad And bristles high impale his horrid chine. 520 She to the fount conveys the exhausted vase : Young Ithacus advanced, defies the foe,
The bath renew'd, she ends the pleasing coil Poising his lifted lance in act to throw;
With plenteous unction of ambrosial oil. 590 The savage renders vain the wound decreed, Adjusting to his limbs the tatter'd vest, And springs impetuous with opponent speed ! His former seat received the stranger-guest ; His tusks oblique he aim'd, the knee to gore : Whom thus with pensive air the queen addrest : Aslope they glanced, the sinewy fibres tore,
Though night, dissolving grief in grateful ease, And bared the bone: Ulysses, undismay'd,
Your drooping eyes with soft oppression seize, Soon with redoubled force the wound repaid; Awhile, reluctant to her pleasing force, To the right shoulder-joint the spear applied, Suspend the restful hour with sweet discourse. His further flank with seeming purple dyed; 530 The day (ne'er brighten'd with a beam of joy !) On earth he rush'd, with agonizing pain :
By menials, and domestic cares employ : With joy and vast surprise, the applauding train And, unattended by sincere repose,
View'd his enormous bulk extended on the plain. The night assists by ever-wakeful woes : 2 With bandage firm Ulysses' knee they bound; When nature's hush'd beneath her brooding shade,
Then chanting mystic lays, the closing wound My echoing griefs the starry vault invade. $ Of sacred melody confess'd the force ;
As when the months are clad in flowery green,
And Itylus sounds warbling o'er the plains :
Now doom'd a wakeful bird to wail the beauteous boy; Relates the chace, and early praise achieved. So in nocturnal solitude forlorn,
Deep o'er his knee inseam'd remain'd the scar; A sad variety of woes I mourn Which noted token of the woodland war
My mind, reflective, in a thorny maze When Euryclea found, the ablution ceased : Devious from care to care incessant strays. Down dropp'd the leg, from her slack hand released; Now, wavering doubt succeeds to long despair; The mingled fluids from the vase redound; Shall I my virgin nuptial-vow revere ? The vase reclining floats the floor around ! And joining to my son's my menial train, Smiles dew'd with tears the pleasing strife express'd Partake his councils, and assist his reign ? Of grief and joy alternate in her breast. 550 Or since, mature in manhood, he deplores Her fluttering words in melting murmurs died; His dome dishonour'd, and exhausted stores, 620 At length abrupt—My son !-my king!-she cried. Shall I, reluctant! to his will accord; His neck with fond embrace infolding fast, And from the peers select the noblest lord; Full on the queen her raptured eye she cast, So by my choice avow'd, at length decide Ardent to speak the monarch safe restored : These wasteful love-debates, a mourning bride ? But studious to conceal her royal Jord,
A visionary thought I'll now relate; Minerva fix'd her mind on views remote,
Illustrate, if you know, the shadow'd fate. And from the present bliss abstracts her thought. A team of twenty geese (a snow-white train !) His hand to Euryclea's mouth applied, 560 Fed near the limpid lake with golden grain, Art thou foredoom'd my pest ? the hero cried : Amuse my pensive hours. The bird of Jove Thy milky founts my infant lips have drain'd: Fierce from his mountain-eyrie downward drove ; 630 And have the Fates thy babbling age ordain'd Each favourite fowl he pounced with deathful sway, To violate the life thy youth sustain'd ?
And back triumphant winged his airy way. An exile have I told, with weeping eyes,
My pitying eyes effused a plenteous stream, Full twenty annual suns in distant skies :
To view their death thus imaged in a dream: At length return'd, some god inspires thy breast With tender sympathy to soothe my soul, To know thy king, and here I stand confess'd. A troop of matrons, fancy-form’d, condole. This heaven-discover'd truth to thee consign'd, But whilst with grief and rage my bosom burn'd, Reserve, the treasure of thy inmost mind :
570/Sudden the tyrant of the skies return'd:
Perch'd on the battlements he thus began (In form an eagle, but in voice a man: )
BOOK XX. O queen! no vulgar vision of the sky
ARGUMENT. I come, prophetic of approaching joy:
While Ulysses lies in the vestibule of the palace, be a View in this plumy form thy victor-lord;
witness to the disorders of the women. Minerta co These geese (a glutton race) by thee deplored, forts him, and casts him asleep. At his waking Ł: Portend the suitors fated to my sword.
desires a favourable sign from Jupiter, which is grantThis said, the pleasing feather'd omen ceased. ed. The feast of Apollo is celehrated by the peopła. When from the downy bands of sleep released, and the suitors banquet in the palace. Telemarbu, Fast by the limpid lake my swan-like train
exerts his authority amongst thin; notwithstanding I found, insatiate of the golden grain.
which, Ulysses is insulted by Ctesippis, and then The vision self-explain'd (the chief replies) 650
continue in their exccxv. Strange prodigies are ser
by Theoclymenus, the augur, who explains them to Sincere reveals the sanction of the skies;
the destruction of the woours.
. Impending destinies in dreams to find;
An ample hide divine V'lysses spread,
And form'd of feecy skins his humble bed :
Then o'er the chief, Euronyme the chaste
And, ruminating wrath, he scors repose.
As thus pavilion d in the porch he lay, Not to this troop, I fear, that phantom soarid, Scenes of lewd loves his wakeful eyes survey, 30 Which spoke Ulysses to his realm restored : Whilst to nocturnal joys impure, repair, Delusive semblance !-but my remnant life With wanton glee, the prostituted fair. Heaven shall determine in a gumeful strife: His heart with rage this new dishonour stung, With that famed bow Ulysses taught to bend, Wavering his thoughts in dubinus balance hung; For me the rival archers shall contend.
Or instant should he quench the guilty fiame As on the listed field he used to place
670 With their own blood, and intercept the shamne; Six beams, opposed to six in equal space;
Or to their lust indulge a last embrace,
And let the peers consummate the disgrace :
As o'er her young the mother mastiff growls,
Recoiling, mutter'd thunder in his breast.
When the brave partners of thy ten years' toil
Tempests of wrath his soul no longer tost; 30
The savoury cates on glowing embers cast,
Incessant turns, impatient for repast :
690 From heaven descends the Jove-born martial maid; But heaven, that knows what all terrestrials need, And hovering o'er his head in view confessid, Repose to night, and toil to day decreed;
The goddess thus her favourite care addressid: Grateful vicissitude! yet me withdrawn,
Oh thou, of mortals most inured to woes! Wakeful to weep and watch the tardy dawn Why roll those eyes unfriended of repose ? Establish'd use enjoins; to rest and joy
Beneath thy palace roof forget thy care: Estranged, since dear Ulysses sail'd to Troy! Blest in thy queen! blest in thy blooming heir ! Meantime instructed is the menial tribe
Whom, to the gods when suppliant fathers bow,
Thus affable, her bower the queen ascends; Just is thy kind reproach (the chief rejoin'd,)
In contemplation wrapp'd. This hostile crew
Or if, by Jove's and thy auxiliar aid,