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When bless’d with ease thy woes and wanderings end,| Arrived, he sees, he grieves, with rage he burns:
Let other realms the deathful gauntlet wield, Me, awkward me, she scorns; and yields her charms Or boast the glories of the athletic field.
To that fair lecher, the strong god of arms. 350 We in the course unrivall’d speed display, If I am lame, that stain my natal hour Or through cærulean billows plough the way; By fate imposed; such me my parent bore. To dress, to dance, to sing, our sole delight, Why was I born? See how the wanton lies! The feast or bath by day, and love by night: Oh sight tormenting to an husband's eyes! Rise then, ye skill'd in measures; let him bear But yet I trust, this once even Mars would fly Your fame to men that breathe a distant air; His fair-one's arms—he thinks her, once, too nigh. And faithful say, to you the powers belong
But there remain, ye guilty, in my power, To race, to sail, to dance, to chant the song. 290 Till Jove refunds his shameless daughter's dower. But, herald, to the palace swift repair,
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face : And the soft lyre to grace our pastimes bear. Beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
360 Swift at the word, obedient to the king,
Meanwhile the gods the dome of Vulcan throng; The herald flies the tuneful lyre to bring.
Apollo comes, and Neptune comes along; Up rose nine seniors, chosen to survey
With these gay Hermes trod the starry plain ; The future games, the judges of the day.
But modesty withheld che goddess train. With instant care they mark a spacious round, All heaven beholds, imprison'd as they lie, And level for the dance the allotted ground; And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky. The herald bears the lyre: intent to play,
Then mutual, thus they spoke: Behold, on wrong The bard advancing meditates the lay,
300 Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong! Skill'd in the dance, tall youths, a blooming band, Dwells there a god on all the Olympian brow Graceful before the heavenly minstrel stand: More swift than Mars, and more than Vulcan slow? Light-bounding from the earth, at once they rise, Yet Vulcan conquers, and the god of arms 371 Their feet half-viewless quiver in the skies : Must pay the penalty for lawless charms. Ulysses gazed, astonish'd to survey
Thus serious they: but he who gilds the skies, The glancing splendors as their sandals play. The gay Apollo, thus to Hermes cries : Meantime the bard, alternate to the strings, Wouldst thou enchain'd like Mars, ob Hermes, lie, The loves of Mars and Cytherea sings;
And bear the shame like Mars, to share the joy? How the stern god, enamour'd with her charms, O envied shame! (the smiling youth rejoin'd ;) Clasped the gay panting goddess in his arms, 310 Add thrice the chains, and thrice more firmly bind; By bribes seduced ; and how the sun, whose eye Gaze all ye gods, and every goddess gaze, Views the broad heavens, disclosed the lawless joy. Yet eager would I bless the sweet disgrace. 380 Stung to the soul, indignant through the skies Loud laugh the rest, even Neptune laughs aloud, To his black forge vindictive Vulcan flies :
Yet sues importunate to loose the god : Arrived, his sinewy arms incessant place
And free, he cries, oh Vulcan! free from shame The eternal anvil on the massy base.
Thy captives; I insure the penal claiin. A wondrous net he labours, to betray
Will Neptune (Vulcan then) the faithless trust ? The wanton lovers, as entwined they lay,
He suffers who gives surety for th' unjust :
But say, if that lewd scandal of the sky,
Say, wilt thou bear the mulct? He instant cries, The sure inclosure folds the genial bed;
The mulct I bear, if Mars perfidious flies. 390 Whose texture even the search of gods deceives, To nom, appeased : No more I urge delay; Thin as the filmy threads the spider weaves. When Neptune sues, my part is to obey. Then, as withdrawing from the starry bowers, Then to the snares his force the god applies ; He feigns a journey to the Lemnian shores, They burst; and Mars to Thrace indignant flies : His favourite isle; observant Mars descries To the soft Cyprian shores the goddess moves, His wish'd recess, and to the goddess flies; To visit Paphos and her blooming groves, He glows, he burns, the fair-hair'd queen of love Where to the Power an hundred altars rise, Descends smooth gliding from the courts of Jove, 330 And breathing odours scent the balmy skies ; Gay blooming in full charms: her hand he pressid Conceal'd she bathes in consecrated bowers, With eager joy, and with a sigh address'd. The Graces unguents shed, ambrosial showers, 400
Come, my beloved ! and taste the soft delights ; Unguents that charm the gods! she last assumes Come; to repose the genial bed invites :
Her wondrous robes; and the full goddess blooms. Thy absent spouse, neglectful of thy charms, Thus sung the bard ; Ulysses hears with joy, Prefers his barbarous Sintians to thy arms! And loud applauses rend the vaulted sky.
Then, nothing loth, the enarnour'a fair he led, Then to the sports his sons the king commands, And sunk transported on the conscious bed. Each blooming youth before the monarch stands, Down rush'd the toils, inwrapping as they lay, In dance unmatch'd! A wondrous ball is brought The careless lovers in their wanton play: 340|(The work of Polyphus, divinely wrought ;) In vain they strive; the entangling snares deny This youth with strength enormous bids it fly, (Inextricably firm) the power to fly.
And bending backward whirls it to the sky;
410 Warn'd by the god who sheds the golden day, His brother, springing with an active bound, Stern Vulcan homeward treads the starry way: At distance intercepts it from the ground.
The ball dismiss'd, in dance they skim the strand, Lest, in thy slumbers on the watery main,
Then bending with full force, around he roll'd And sends in shouts applauses to the skies.
A labyrinth of bands in fold on fold, Then thus Ulysses : Happy king, whose name
Closed with Circæan art. A train attends The brightest shines in all the rolls of fame! Around the bath: the bath the king ascends In subjects happy! with surprise I gaze; 419 (Untasted joy, since that disastrous hour, Thy praise was just; their skill transcends thy praise. He sail'd ill-fated from Calypso's bower;)
Pleased with his people's fame, the monarch hears, Where, happy as the gods that range the sky, And thus benevolent accosts the peers.
He feasted every sense, with every joy. 490
Nausicaa blooining as a goddess stands;
Hail, godlike stranger! and when heaven restures
The assenting peers, obedient to the king, This ever grateful in remembrance bear, In haste their heralds send the gifts to bring. To me thou owest, to me, the vital air. Then thus Euryalus : 0) prince, whose sway
O royal maid, Ulysses straight returns, Rules this bless'd realm, repentant I obey!
Whose worth the splendours of thy race adorns, Be his this sword, whose blade of brass displays So may dread Jove (whose arm in vengeance forms A ruddy gleam ; whose hilt a silver blaze;
The writhen bolt, and blackens heaven with storms,) ...
Whose ivory sheath, inwrought with curious pride, Restore me safe, through weary wanderings toss'd, Adds graceful terror to the wearer's side. 440 To my dear country's ever-pleasing coast,
He said, and to his hand the sword consign'd: As while the spirit in this bosom glows, And if, he cried, my words affect thy mind, To thee, my goddess, I address my vows;
510 Far from thy mind those words, ye whirlwinds, bear, My life, thy gift I boast! He said, and sate And scatter them, ye storms, in empty air!
Fast by Alcinoiis on a throne of state.
And bless'd be thou, my friend, Ulysses cries : The bard an herald guides; the gazing throng
Beneath a sculptured arch he sits enthroned,
He said, and o'er his shoulders Aung the blade. Then, from the chine, Ulysses carves with art Now o'er the earth ascends the evening shade: Delicious food, an honorary part;
5:20 The precious gifts the illustrious heralds bear, This let the master of the lyre receive,' And to the court the embodied peers repair.
A pledge of love! 'tis all a wretch can give. Before the queen Alcinoüs' sons unfold
Lives there a man beneath the spacious skies, The vest, the robes, and heaps of shining gold; Who sacred honours to the bard denies ? Then to the radiant thrones they move in state: The Muse the bard inspires, exalts his mind: Aloft, the king in pomp imperial sate.
The Muse indulgent loves the harmonious kind. Thence to the queen. O partner of our reign, The herald to his hand the charge conveys, O sole beloved! command thy menial train 460 Not fond of flattery, nor unpleased with praise. A polish'd chest and stately robes to bear,
When now the rage of hunger was allay'd, And healing waters for the bath prepare ;
Thus to the lyrist wise Ulysses said:
530 That, bathed, our guest may bid his sorrows cease, O more than man! thy soul the Muse inspires, Hear the sweet song, and taste the feast in peace. Or Phæbus animates with all his fires ! A bowl that flames with gold, of wondrous frame, For who, by Phæbus uninform’d, could know Ourself we give, memorial of our name ;
The woe of Greece, and sing so well the woe ? To raise in offerings to almighty Jove,
Just to the tale, as present at the fray,
Instant the queen, observant of the king, The song recalls past horrors to my eyes,
With latent heroes sack'd imperial Troy. Herself the chest prepares: in order roll'd
If faithful thou record the tale of Fame, The robes, the vests are ranged, and beaps of gold: The god himself inspires thy breast with flame; And adding a rich dress inwrought with art, And mine shall be the task henceforth to raise A gift expressive of her bounteons heart,
In every land thy monument of praise. Thus spoke to Ithacus: To guard with bands Full of the god, he raised his lofty strain, Insolvable these gifts, thy care demands: 480 How the Greeks rush'd tumultuous to the main;
How blazing tents illumined half the skies, With fury burns; while careless they convey
Or men whose bosom tender pity warms?
Just are the ways of heaven; from heaven proceed The Spartan king; how Ithacus attends
The woes of man; heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed, (Horrid as Mars,) and how with dire alarms A theme of future song! Say then if slain He fights, subdues; for Pallas strings his arms. Some dear loved brother press'd the Phrygian plain ?
Thus while he sung, Ulysses griefs renew, Or bled some friend, who bore a brother's part, Tears bathe his cheeks, and tears the ground be- and claim'd by merit, not by blood, the heart?
As some fond matron views in mortal fight 571
The Adventures of the Cicons, Lotophagia, and Cyclops. And bathes with floods of tears the gaping wound:
Ulysses begins the relation of his adventures; how after She cries, she shricks; the fierce insulting foe
the destruction of Troy, he with his companions made Relentless mocks her violence of woe:
an incursion on the Cicons, by wbom they were reTo chains condemn'd as wildly she deplores;
pulsed; and meeting with a storm, were driven to the A widow, and a slave on foreign shores.
580 coast of the Lotophagi. From thence they sailed to the So from the sluices of Ulysses' eyes
land of the Cyclops, whose manners and situation are Fast fell the tears, and sighs succeeded sighs; particularly characterised. The giant Polyphemus aad Conceal’d he grieved: the king observed alone
his cave described; the usage Ulysses and his companThe silent tear, and heard the secret groan;
ions met with there; and lastly, the method and artifice Then to the bard aloud: O cease to sing,
by which he escaped. Dumb be thy voice, and mute the tuneful string; To every note his tears responsive flow,
BOOK IX. And his great heart heaves with tumultuous woe;
Then thus Ulysses. Thou whom first in sway, Thy lay too deeply moves : then cease the lay, As first in virtue, these thy realms obey : And o’er the banquet every heart be gay: 590 How sweet the products of a peaceful reign! This social right demands ; for him the sails, The heaven-taught poet, and enchanting strain, Floating in air, invite the impelling gales :
The well-fill'd palace, the perpetual feast, His are the gifts of love; the wise and good A land rejoicing, and a people blest ! Receive the stranger as a brother's blood.
How goodly seems it ever to employ But, friend, discover faithful what I crave; Man's social days in union and in joy; Artful concealment ill becomes the brave:
The plenteous board high-beap'd with cates divine, Say what thy birth, and what the name you bore, And o'er the foaming bowl the laughing wine. 10 Imposed by parents in the natal hour ?
Amid these joys, why seeks thy mind to know (For from the natal hour distinctive names, The unhappy series of a wanderer's woe? One common right, the great and lowly claims ;) 600 Remembrance sad, whose image to review, Say from what city, from what regions tost, Alas! must open all my wounds anew! And what inhabitants those regions boast ?
And oh, what first, what last shall I relate, So shalt thou instant reach the realm assign'd, Of woes unnumber'd sent by Heaven and Fate ? In wonderous ships, self-moved, instinct with mind : Know first the man (though now a wretch distress'd) No helm secures their course, no pilot guides : Who hopes thee, monarch, for his future guest. Like man intelligent, they plough the tides
Behold Ulysses ! no ignoble name, Conscious of every coast, and every bay,
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame That lies beneath the sun's all-seeing ray:
My native soil is Ithaca the fair,
610 With shady mountains, spread their isles around:
And none, ah none so lovely to my sight,
The tenth we touch'd, by various errors tost, Of all the lands that heaven o'erspreads with light! The land of Lotus and the flowery coast. In vain Calypso long constrain'd my stay, 31 We climb'd the beach, and springs of water found, With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay;
Then spread our hasty banquet on the ground. With all her charms as vainly Circe strove, Three men were sent, deputed from the crew And added magic to secure my love.
(An herald one, the dubious coast to view, 100 In pomps or joys, the palace or the grot,
And learn what habitants possess'd the place. My country's image never was forgot,
They went, and found a hospitable race: My absent parents rose before my sight,
Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest, And distant lay contentment and delight.
They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feast; Hear then the woes which mighty Jove ordain'd The trees around them all their food produce; To wait my passage from the Trojan land. 40 Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice ! The winds from lion to the Cicons' shore,
(Thence call'd Lotophagi ;) which whoso tastes, Beneath cold Ismarus, our vessels bore.
Insatiate riots in the sweet repasts, We boldly landed on the hostile place,
Nor other home, nor other care intends, And sack'd the city, and destroy'd the race, But quits his house, his country, and his friends. 110 Their wives inade captive, their possessions shared, The three we sent, from off the enchanting ground And every soldier found a like reward.
We drogg'd reluctant, and by force we bound I then advised to fly; not so the rest,
The rest in haste forsook the pleasing shore, Who stay'd to revel, and prolong the feast : Or, the charm tasted, had return'd no more. The fatted sheep and sable bulls they slay,
Now placed in order on their banks, they sweep And bowls flow round, and riot wastes the day. 50 The sea's smooth face, and cleave the hoary deep; Meantime the Cicons, to their holds retired, With heavy hearts we labour through the tide, Call on the Cicons, with new fury fired:
To coasts unknown, and oceans yet untried. With early morn the gather'd country swarms, The land of Cyclops first, a savage kind, And all the continent is bright with arms;
Nor tamed by manners, nor by laws confined; 120 Thick as the budding leaves or rising flowers Untaught to plant, to turn the glebe and sow; O'erspread the land, when spring descends in They all their products to free nature owe. showers:
The soil untill'd a ready harvest yields, All expert soldiers, skill'd on foot to dare,
With wheat and barley wave the golden fields, Or from the bounding courser urge the war. Spontaneous wines from weighty clusters pour, Now fortune changes (so the Fates ordain :) And Jove descends in each prolific shower. Our hour was come to taste our share of pain. 60 By these po statutes and no rights are known, Close at the ships the bloody fight began,
No council held, no monarch fills the throne, Wounded they wound, and man expires on man. But high on hills, or airy cliffs, they dwell, Long as the morning sun increasing bright
Or deep in caves whose entrance leads to hell.
130 O'er heaven's pure azure spread the growing light, Each rules his race, his neighbour not his care, Promiscuous death the form of war confounds, Heedless of others, to his own severe. Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds; Opposed to the Cyclopean coast, there lay But when his evening wheels o'erhung the main, An isle, whose hills their subject fields survey; Then conquest crown'd the fierce Ciconian train. Its name Lachæa, crown'd with many a grove, Six brave companions from each ship we lost, Where savage goats through pathless thickets rove; The rest escaped in haste, and quit the coast. 70 No needy mortals here, with hunger bold, With sails outspread we fly the unequal strife, Or wretched hunters through the wintry cold Sad for their loss, but joyful of our life:
Pursue their flight; but leave them safe to bound Yet as we fled, our fellows' rites we paid,
From hill to hill, o'er all the desert ground. 140 And thrice we callid on each unhappy shade.
Nor knows the soil to feed the fleecy care, Meanwhile the god whose hand the thunder forms, Or feels the labours of the crooked share; Drives clouds on clouds, and blackens heaven with But uninhabited, untill'd, unsown
It lies, and breeds the bleating goat alone. Wide o'er the waste the rage of Boreas sweeps, For there no vessel with vermilion prore, And night rush'd headlong on the shaded deeps. Or bark of traffic, glides from shore to shore; Now here, now there, the giddy ships are borne, The rugged race of savages, unskill'd And all the rattling shrouds in fragments torn. 80 The seas to traverse, or the ships to build, We furl'd the sail, we plied the labouring oar, Gaze on the coast, nor cultivate the soil; Took down our masts, and rowd our ships to shore. Unlearn'd in all the industrious arts of toil. 150 Two tedious days and two long nights we lay, Yet here all products and all plants abound, ('erwatch'd and batter'd in the naked bay.
Sprung from the fruitful genius of the ground; But the third morning when Aurora brings, Fields waving high with heavy crops are seen, We rear the masts, we spread the canvas wings; And vines that flourish in eternal green, Refresh'd, and careless on the deck reclined, Refreshing meads along the murmuring main, We sit, and trust the pilot and the wind.
And fountains streaming down the fruitful plain. Then to my native country had I sail'd;
A port there is, inclosed on either side, But the cape doubled, adverse winds prevail'd. 90 Where ships may rest, unanchor'd and untied; Strong was the tide, which, by the northern blast Till the glad mariners incline to sail, Impelld, our vessels on Cythera cast.
And the sea whitens with the rising gale. 260 Nine days our fleet the uncertain tempest bore High at its head, from out the cavern'd rock Far.in wide ocean, and from sight of shore; In living rills a gushing fountain broke :
Around it, and above, for ever green
Then took a goatskin fill'd with precious wine, The bushing alders form'd a shady scene.
The gift of Maron of Evantheus' line,
230 Hither some favouring god, beyond our thought, (The priest of Phæbus at the Ismarian shrine.) Through all-surrounding shade our navy brought; In sacred shade his honour'd mansion stood, For gloomy night des ended on the main,
Ainidst Apollo's consecrated wood;
And twelve large vessels of unmingled wine,
Mellifluous, undecaying, and divine ! Reveal'd the landscape and the scene unknown, Which now, some ages from his race conceald, 240 With wonder seized, we view the pleasing ground, The hoary sire in gratitude reveal'd And walk delighted, and expatiate round.
Such was the wine; to quench whose fervent stream Roused by the woodland nymphs at early dawn, Scarce twenty measures from the living stream The mountain goats came bounding o'er the lawn: To cool one cup sufficed: the goblet crown'd In haste our fellows to the ships repair, 180 Breathed aromatic fragrancies around. For arms and weapons of the sylvan war;
Of this an ample vase we heaved aboard, Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part, And brought another with provisions stored. And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart; My soul foreboded I should find the bower The bounteous gods afford a copious prey, Of some fell monster, fierce with barbarous power, And nine fat goats each vessel bears away: Some rustic wretch, who lived in heaven's despite, The royal bark had ten. Our ships complete Contemning laws, and trampling on the right. 251 We thus supplied (for twelve were all the fleet.) The cave we found, but vacant all within,
Here, till the setting sun roll'd down the light, (His flock the giant tended on the green :) We sat indulging in the genial rite:
But round the grot we gaze : and all we view, Nor wines were wanting; those from ample jars 190 In order ranged, our admiration drew: We drain'd, the prize of our Ciconian wars. The bending shelves with loads of cheeses pressid, The land of Cyclops lay in prospect near;
The folded flocks each separate from the rest ;
Full pails, and vessels of the milking trade.
Consult our safety, and put off to sea.
And try what social rites a savage lends: 270 Revere the gods, and succour the distress'd. Dire rites, alas! and fatal to my friends! This said, I climb'd my vessel's lofty side;
Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare My train obey'd me, and the ship untied.
For his return with sacrifice and prayer. In order seated on their banks, they sweep The loaden shelves afford us fall repast; Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding We sit expecting. Lo! he comes at last. deep.
Near half a forest on his back he bore, When to the nearest verge of land we drew, 211 And cast the ponderous burden at the door. Fast by the sea a lonely cave we view,
It thunder'd as it fell. We trembled then, High, and with darkening laurels cover'd o'er, And sought the deep recesses of the den. Where sheep and goats lay slumbering round the shore. Now driven before him through the arching rock, 280 Near this, a fence of marble from the rock, Came tumbling, heaps on heaps, the unnumber'd Brown with o'erarching pine and spreading oak.
*flock; A giant shepherd here his flock maintains
Big udder'd ewes, and goats of female kind Far from the rest, and solitary reigns,
The males were penn'd in outward courts behind ;) Int shelter thick of horrid shade reclined;
Then heated on high, a rock's enormous weight And gloomy mischiefs labour in his mind. 220 To the cave's mouth he roll'd, and closed the gate : A form enormous ! far unlike the race
(Scarcé twentyfour-wheel'd cars, compact and strong, Of human birth, in stature or in faće ;
The massy load could bear, or roll along.) some lone mountain's monstrous growth he He next betakes him to his evening cares, stood,
And, sitting down, to milk his flocks prepares ;
Then to the mothers he submits the lambs.