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Front Page Titles (by Subject) BOOK VII: THE COURT OF ALCINOÜS - The Complete Poetical Works of Alexander Pope
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- Editor’s Note
- Biographical Sketch
- Early Poems
- Ode On Solitude
- A Paraphrase (on Thomas À Kempis, L. III. C. 2)
- To the Author of a Poem Entitled Successio [ ]
- The First Book of Statius’s Thebais Translated In the Year 1703
- Imitations of English Poets
- Chaucer
- Spenser [ ] the Alley
- Waller On a Lady Singing to Her Lute
- Cowley the Garden
- Weeping
- Earl of Rochester On Silence
- Earl of Dorset Artemisia
- Dr. Swift the Happy Life of a Country Parson
- Pastorals
- Discourse On Pastoral Poetry
- I: Spring; Or, Damon [ ] to Sir William Trumbull
- II: Summer; Or, Alexis to Dr. Garth
- III: Autumn; Or, Hylas and Ægon [ ] to Mr. Wycherley
- IV: Winter; Or, Daphne [ ] to the Memory of Mrs. Tempest
- Windsor Forest [ ] to the Right Hon. George Lord Lansdown
- Paraphrases From Chaucer
- January and May: Or, the Merchant’s Tale
- The Wife of Bath Her Prologue
- The Temple of Fame [ ]
- Translations From Ovid
- Sappho to Phaon From the Fifteenth of Ovid’s Epistles
- The Fable of Dryope [ ] From the Ninth Book of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
- Vertumnus and Pomona From the Fourteenth Book of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
- An Essay On Criticism [ ]
- Part I
- Part Ii
- Part Iii
- Poems Written Between 1708 and 1712
- Ode For Music On St. Cecilia’s Day
- Argus
- The Balance of Europe
- The Translator
- On Mrs. Tofts, a Famous Opera-singer
- Epistle to Mrs. Blount, With the Works of Voiture.
- The Dying Christian to His Soul
- Epistle to Mr. Jervas [ ] With Dryden’s Translation of Fresnoy’s Art of Painting
- Impromptu to Lady Winchilsea Occasioned By Four Satirical Verses On Women Wits, In the Rape of the Lock
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
- Messiah
- The Rape of the Lock an Heroi-comical Poem [ ]
- Canto I
- Canto Ii
- Canto Iii
- Canto Iv
- Canto V
- Poems Written Between 1713 and 1717
- Prologue to Mr. Addison’s Cato
- Epilogue to Mr. Rowe’s Jane Shore Designed For Mrs. Oldfield
- To a Lady, With the Temple of Fame
- Upon the Duke of Marlborough’s House At Woodstock
- Lines to Lord Bathurst
- Macer [ ] a Character
- Epistle to Mrs. Teresa Blount On Her Leaving the Town After the Coronation
- Lines Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham
- A Farewell to London [ ] In the Year 1715
- Imitation of Martial
- Imitation of Tibullus
- The Basset-table [ ] an Eclogue
- Epigram On the Toasts of the Kit-cat Club [ ] Anno 1716
- The Challenge a Court Ballad
- The Looking-glass On Mrs. Pulteney
- Prologue, Designed For Mr. D’urfey’s Last Play
- Prologue to the ‘three Hours After Marriage’
- Prayer of Brutus From Geoffrey of Monmouth
- To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
- Extemporaneous Lines On a Portrait of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Painted By Kneller
- Eloisa to Abelard [ ]
- Poems Written Between 1718 and 1727
- An Inscription Upon a Punch-bowl In the South Sea Year, For a Club: Chased With Jupiter Placing Callisto In the Skies, and Europa With the Bull
- Epistle to James Craggs, Esq. Secretary of State
- A Dialogue
- Verses to Mr. C. St. James’s Palace, London, Oct. 22
- To Mr. Gay Who Had Congratulated Pope On Finishing His House and Gardens
- On Drawings of the Statues of Apollo, Venus, and Hercules Made For Pope By Sir Godfrey Kneller
- Epistle to Robert Earl of Oxford and Mortimer Prefixed to Parnell’s Poems
- Two Choruses to the Tragedy of Brutus
- To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday
- Answer to the Following Question of Mrs. Howe
- On a Certain Lady At Court
- To Mr. John Moore Author of the Celebrated Worm-powder
- The Curll Miscellanies Umbra
- Poems Suggested By Gulliver
- Later Poems
- On Certain Ladies
- Celia
- Prologue to a Play For Mr. Dennis’s Benefit, In 1733, When He Was Old, Blind, and In Great Distress, a Little Before His Death
- Song, By a Person of Quality Written In the Year 1733
- Verses Left By Mr. Pope On His Lying In the Same Bed Which Wilmot, the Celebrated Earl of Rochester, Slept In At Adderbury, Then Belonging to the Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739
- On His Grotto At Twickenham Composed of Marbles, Spars, Gems, Ores, and Minerals
- On Receiving From the Right Hon. the Lady Frances Shirley a Standish and Two Pens
- On Beaufort House Gate At Chiswick
- To Mr. Thomas Southern On His Birthday, 1742
- Epigram
- 1740: A Poem [ ]
- Poems of Uncertain Date
- To Erinna
- Lines Written In Windsor Forest
- Verbatim From Boileau First Published By Warburton In 1751
- Lines On Swift’s Ancestors
- On Seeing the Ladies At Crux Easton Walk In the Woods By the Grotto Extempore By Mr. Pope
- Inscription On a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies
- To the Right Hon. the Earl of Oxford Upon a Piece of News In Mist [mist’s Journal] That the Rev. Mr. W. Refused to Write Against Mr. Pope Because His Best Patron Had a Friendship For the Said Pope
- Epigrams and Epitaphs
- On a Picture of Queen Caroline Drawn By Lady Burlington
- Epigram Engraved On the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness
- Lines Written In Evelyn’s Book On Coins
- From the Grub-street Journal
- I: Epigram
- II: Epigram
- III: Mr. J. M. S[myth]e Catechised On His One Epistle to Mr. Pope
- IV: Epigram On Mr. M[oo]re’s Going to Law With Mr. Giliver: Inscribed to Attorney Tibbald
- V: Epigram
- VI: Epitaph On James Moore-smythe
- VII: A Question By Anonymous
- VIII: Epigram
- IX: Epigram
- Epitaphs
- On Charles Earl of Dorset In the Church of Withyam, Sussex
- On Sir William Trumbull One of the Principal Secretaries of State to King William Iii
- On the Hon. Simon Harcourt Only Son of the Lord Chancellor Harcourt
- On James Craggs, Esq. In Westminster Abbey
- On Mr. Rowe In Westminster Abbey
- On Mrs. Corbet Who Died of a Cancer In Her Breast
- On the Monument of the Hon. R. Digby and of His Sister Mary Erected By Their Father, Lord Digby, In the Church of Sherborne, In Dorsetshire, 1727.
- On Sir Godfrey Kneller In Westminster Abbey, 1723
- On General Henry Withers In Westminster Abbey, 1729
- On Mr. Elijah Fenton At Easthamstead, Berks, 1729
- On Mr. Gay In Westminster Abbey, 1730
- Intended For Sir Isaac Newton In Westminster Abbey
- On Dr. Francis Atterbury Bishop of Rochester, Who Died In Exile At Paris, 1732
- On Edmund Duke of Buckingham Who Died In the Nineteenth Year of His Age, 1735
- For One Who Would Not Be Buried In Westminster Abbey
- Another On the Same
- On Two Lovers Struck Dead By Lightning
- Epitaph
- An Essay On Man [ ]
- In Four Epistles to Lord Bolingbroke
- The Design
- Epistle I of the Nature and State of Man, With Respect to the Universe
- Epistle Ii of the Nature and State of Man With Respect to Himself As an Individual
- Epistle Iii of the Nature and State of Man With Respect to Society
- Epistle Iv of the Nature and State of Man, With Respect to Happiness
- Moral Essays
- Advertisement
- Epistle I [ ] to Sir Richard Temple, Lord Cobham
- Epistle Ii [ ] to a Lady of the Characters of Women
- Epistle Iii [ ] to Allen, Lord Bathurst
- Epistle IV: To Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington of the Use of Riches
- Epistle V: To Mr. Addison Occasioned By His Dialogues On Medals
- Universal Prayer Deo Opt. Max.
- Satires
- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot [ ] Being the Prologue to the Satires
- Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace Imitated [ ]
- Advertisement
- The First Satire of the Second Book of Horace
- The Second Satire of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
- The First Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
- The Sixth Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
- The First Epistle of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
- The Second Epistle of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
- Satires of Dr. John Donne, Dean of St. Paul’s, Versified [ ]
- Epilogue to the Satires [ ] In Two Dialogues. Written In 1738
- The Sixth Satire of the Second Book of Horace [ ]
- The Seventh Epistle of the First Book of Horace [ ]
- The First Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace [ ]
- The Ninth Ode of the Fourth Book of Horace
- The Dunciad In Four Books
- Martinus Scriblerus of the Poem
- Preface Prefixed to the Five First Imperfect Editions of the Dunciad, In Three Books, Printed At Dublin and London, In Octavo and Duodecimo, 1727.
- The Publisher to the Reader
- A Letter to the Publisher Occasioned By the First Correct Edition of the Dunciad
- Advertisement to the First Edition With Notes, Quarto, 1729
- Advertisement to the First Edition of the Fourth Book of the Dunciad, When Printed Separately In the Year 1742
- Advertisement to the Complete Edition of 1743
- The Dunciad [ ] to Dr. Jonathan Swift
- Book I
- Book Ii [ ]
- Book Iii [ ]
- Book Iv [ ]
- Translations From Homer the Iliad
- Pope’s Preface
- Book I: The Contention of Achilles and Agamemnon
- Book II: The Trial of the Army and Catalogue of the Forces
- Book III: The Duel of Menelaus and Paris
- Book IV: The Breach of the Truce, and the First Battle
- Book V: The Acts of Diomed
- Book VI: The Episodes of Glaucus and Diomed, and of Hector and Andromache
- Book VII: The Single Combat of Hector and Ajax
- Book VIII: The Second Battle, and the Distress of the Greeks
- Book IX: The Embassy to Achilles
- Book X: The Night Adventure of Diomede and Ulysses
- Book XI: The Third Battle, and the Acts of Agamemnon
- Book XII: The Battle At the Grecian Wall
- Book XIII: The Fourth Battle Continued, In Which Neptune Assists the Greeks. the Acts of Idomeneus
- Book XIV: Juno Deceives Jupiter By the Girdle of Venus
- Book XV: The Fifth Battle, At the Ships; and the Acts of Ajax
- Book XVI: The Sixth Battle: the Acts and Death of Patroclus
- Book XVII: The Seventh Battle, For the Body of Patroclus.—the Acts of Menelaus
- Book XVIII: The Grief of Achilles, and New Armour Made Him By Vulcan
- Book XIX: The Reconciliation of Achilles and Agamemnon
- Book XX: The Battle of the Gods, and the Acts of Achilles
- Book XXI: The Battle In the River Scamander
- Book XXII: The Death of Hector
- Book XXIII: Funeral Games In Honour of Patroclus
- Book XXIV: The Redemption of the Body of Hector
- Pope’s Concluding Note.
- The Odyssey
- Book III: The Interview of Telemachus and Nestor
- Book V: The Departure of Ulysses From Calypso
- Book VII: The Court of AlcinoÜs
- Book IX: The Adventures of the Cicons, Lotophagi, and Cyclops
- Book X: Adventures With Æolus, the LÆstrygons, and Circe
- Book XIII: The Arrival of Ulysses In Ithaca
- Book XIV: The Conversation With EumÆus
- Book XV: The Return of Telemachus
- Book XVII: Book XXI: The Bending of Ulysses’ Bow
- Book XXII: The Death of the Suitors
- Book XXIV: Postscript By Pope
- Appendix
- A. a Glossary of Names of Pope’s Contemporaries Mentioned In the Poems.
- Bibliographical Note
BOOK VII
THE COURT OF ALCINOÜS
The princess Nausicaa returns to the city, and Ulysses soon after follows thither. He is met by Pallas in the form of a young virgin, who guides him to the palace, and directs him in what manner to address the queen Areté. She then involves him in a mist, which causes him to pass invisible. The palace and gardens of Alcinoüs described. Ulysses falling at the feet of the Queen, the mist disperses, the Phæacians admire, and receive him with respect. The Queen inquiring by what means he had the garments he then wore, he relates to her and Alcinoüs his departure from Calypso, and his arrival on their dominions. The same day continues, and the book ends with the night.
- The patient heav’nly man thus suppliant pray’d;
- While the slow mules draw on th’ imperial maid:
- Thro’ the proud street she moves, the public gaze;
- The turning wheel before the palace stays.
- With ready love her brothers gath’ring round,
- Receiv’d the vestures, and the mules unbound.
- She seeks the bridal bower: a matron there
- The rising fire supplies with busy care,
- Whose charms in youth her father’s heart inflamed,
- Now worn with age, Eurymedusa named:10
- The captive dame Phæacian rovers bore,
- Snatch’d from Epirus, her sweet native shore
- (A grateful prize), and in her bloom bestow’d
- On good Alcinoüs, honour’d as a God;
- Nurse of Nausicaa from her infant years,
- And tender second to a mother’s cares.
- Now from the sacred thicket, where he lay,
- To town Ulysses took the winding way.
- Propitious Pallas, to secure her care,19
- Around him spread a veil of thicken’d air;
- To shun th’ encounter of the vulgar crowd,
- Insulting still, inquisitive and loud.
- When near the famed Phæacian walls he drew,
- The beauteous city opening to his view,
- His step a virgin met, and stood before:
- A polish’d urn the seeming virgin bore,
- And youthful smil’d; but in the low disguise
- Lay hid the Goddess with the Azure Eyes.
- ‘Show me, fair daughter’ (thus the Chief demands),
- ‘The house of him who rules these happy lands;30
- Thro’ many woes and wand’rings, lo! I come
- To good Alcinoüs’ hospitable dome.
- Far from my native coast, I rove alone,
- A wretched stranger, and of all unknown!’
- The Goddess answer’d: ‘Father, I obey,
- And point the wand’ring traveller his way:
- Well known to me the palace you inquire,
- For fast beside it dwells my honour’d sire:
- But silent march, nor greet the common train
- With question needless, or inquiry vain:40
- A race of rugged mariners are these:
- Unpolish’d men, and boist’rous as their seas:
- The native islanders alone their care,
- And hateful he who breathes a foreign air.
- These did the ruler of the deep ordain
- To build proud navies, and command the main;
- On canvas wings to cut the wat’ry way;
- No bird so light, no thought so swift as they.’
- Thus having spoke, th’ unknown Celestial leads:
- The footsteps of the deity he treads,50
- And secret moves along the crowded space,
- Unseen of all the rude Phæacian race
- (So Pallas order’d. Pallas to their eyes
- The mist objected, and condens’d the skies).
- The Chief with wonder sees th’ extended streets,
- The spreading harbours, and the riding fleets;
- He next their Princes’ lofty domes admires,
- In sep’rate islands, crown’d with rising spires;
- And deep intrenchments, and high walls of stone,
- That gird the city like a marble zone.60
- At length the kingly palace gates he view’d;
- There stopp’d the Goddess, and her speech renew’d.
- ‘My task is done; the mansion you inquire
- Appears before you: enter, and admire.
- High-throned, and feasting, there thou shalt behold
- The sceptred rulers. Fear not, but be bold:
- A decent boldness ever meets with friends,
- Succeeds, and ev’n a stranger recommends.
- First to the Queen prefer a suppliant’s claim, }
- Alcinoüs’ Queen, Aretè is her name,70 }
- The same her parents, and her power the same. }
- For know, from Ocean’s God Nausithoüs sprung,
- And Peribœa, beautiful and young;
- (Eurymedon’s last hope, who ruled of old
- The race of giants, impious, proud, and bold;
- Perish’d the nation in unrighteous war,
- Perish’d the Prince, and left this only heir);
- Who now, by Neptune’s am’rous power compress’d,
- Produced a Monarch that his people bless’d,
- Father and Prince of the Phæacian name;80
- From him Rhexenor and Alcinoüs came.
- The first by Phœbus’ burning arrows fired,
- New from his nuptials, hapless youth! expired.
- No son survived: Aretè heir’d his state,
- And her Alcinoüs chose his royal mate.
- With honours yet to womankind unknown
- This Queen he graces, and divides the throne;
- In equal tenderness her sons conspire,
- And all the children emulate their sire.
- When thro’ the street she gracious deigns to move90
- (The public wonder and the public love),
- The tongues of all with transport sound her praise,
- The eyes of all, as on a Goddess, gaze.
- She feels the triumph of a gen’rous breast; }
- To heal divisions, to relieve th’ oppress’d; }
- In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless’d. }
- Go then secure, thy humble suit prefer,
- And owe thy country and thy friends to her.’
- With that the Goddess deign’d no longer stay,
- But o’er the world of waters wing’d her way:100
- Forsaking Scheria’s ever-pleasing shore,
- The winds to Marathon the virgin bore:
- Thence, where proud Athens rears her tow’ry head,
- With opening streets and shining structures spread,
- She pass’d, delighted with the well-known seats;
- And to Erectheus’ sacred dome retreats.
- Meanwhile Ulysses at the palace waits, }
- There stops, and anxious with his soul debates, }
- Fix’d in amaze before the royal gates. }
- The front appear’d with radiant splendours gay,110
- Bright as the lamp of night, or orb of day.
- The walls were massy brass: the cornice high
- Blue metals crown’d in colours of the sky;
- Rich plates of gold the folding doors incase;
- The pillars silver, on a brazen base;
- Silver the lintels deep-projecting o’er,
- And gold the ringlets that command the door.
- Two rows of stately dogs on either hand,
- In sculptured gold and labour’d silver stand.
- These Vulcan form’d with art divine, to wait120
- Immortal guardians at Alcinoüs’ gate;
- Alive each animated frame appears,
- And still to live beyond the power of years.
- Fair thrones within from space to space were rais’d,
- Where various carpets with embroid’ry blazed,
- The work of matrons: these the Princes press’d,
- Day foll’wing day, a long continued feast.
- Refulgent pedestals the walls surround,
- Which boys of gold with flaming torches crown’d;
- The polish’d ore, reflecting every ray,130
- Blazed on the banquets with a double day.
- Full fifty handmaids form’d the household train;
- Some turn the mill, or sift the golden grain;
- Some ply the loom; their busy fingers move
- Like poplar-leaves when Zephyr fans the grove.
- Not more renown’d the men of Scheria’s isle,
- For sailing arts and all the naval toil,
- Than works of female skill their women’s pride,
- The flying shuttle thro’ the threads to guide:
- Pallas to these her double gifts imparts,140
- Inventive genius, and industrious arts.
- Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
- From storms defended and inclement skies.
- Four acres was th’ allotted space of ground,
- Fenc’d with a green enclosure all around.
- Tall thriving trees confess’d the fruitful mould;
- The redd’ning apple ripens here to gold.
- Here the blue fig with luscious juice o’erflows,
- With deeper red the full pomegranate glows;
- The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,150
- And verdant olives flourish round the year.
- The balmy spirit of the western gale
- Eternal breathes on fruits, untaught to fail;
- Each dropping pear a foll’wing pear supplies,
- On apples apples, figs on figs arise:
- The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,
- The buds to harden, and the fruits to grow.
- Here order’d vines in equal ranks appear,
- With all th’ united labours of the year;
- Some to unload the fertile branches run,160
- Some dry the black’ning clusters in the sun;
- Others to tread the liquid harvest join,
- The groaning presses foam with floods of wine,
- Here are the vines in early flower descried, }
- Here grapes discolour’d on the sunny side, }
- And there in Autumn’s richest purple dyed. }
- Beds of all various herbs, for ever green,
- In beauteous order terminate the scene.
- Two plenteous fountains the whole prospect crown’d: }
- This thro’ the gardens leads its streams around,170 }
- Visits each plant, and waters all the ground; }
- While that in pipes beneath the palace flows,
- And thence its current on the town bestows:
- To various use their various streams they bring,
- The people one, and one supplies the King.
- Such were the glories which the Gods ordain’d,
- To grace Alcinoüs, and his happy land.
- Ev’n from the Chief whom men and nations knew,
- Th’ unwonted scene surprise and rapture drew;
- In pleasing thought he ran the prospect o’er,180
- Then hasty enter’d at the lofty door.
- Night now approaching, in the palace stand,
- With goblets crown’d, the rulers of the land;
- Prepared for rest, and off’ring to the God
- Who bears the virtue of the sleepy rod.
- Unseen he glided thro’ the joyous crowd,
- With darkness circled, and an ambient cloud,
- Direct to great Alcinoüs’ throne he came,
- And prostrate fell before th’ imperial dame.
- Then from around him dropp’d the veil of night;190
- Sudden he shines, and manifest to sight.
- The nobles gaze, with awful fear oppress’d;
- Silent they gaze, and eye the godlike guest.
- ‘Daughter of great Rhexenor!’ (thus began,
- Low at her knees, the much-enduring man),
- ‘To thee, thy consort, and this royal train,
- To all that share the blessings of your reign,
- A suppliant bends: oh pity human woe!
- ’T is what the happy to th’ unhappy owe.
- A wretched exile to his country send,200
- Long worn with griefs, and long without a friend.
- So may the Gods your better days increase,
- And all your joys descend on all your race:
- So reign for ever on your country’s breast,
- Your people blessing, by your people bless’d!’
- Then to the genial hearth he bow’d his face,
- And humbled in the ashes took his place.
- Silence ensued. The eldest first began,
- Echeneus sage, a venerable man!
- Whose well-taught mind the present age surpass’d,210
- And join’d to that th’ experience of the last.
- Fit words attended on his weighty sense,
- And mild persuasion flow’d in eloquence.
- ‘Oh sight’ (he cried) ‘dishonest and unjust!
- A guest, a stranger, seated in the dust!
- To raise the lowly suppliant from the ground
- Befits a Monarch. Lo! the peers around
- But wait thy word, the gentle guest to grace,
- And seat him fair in some distinguish’d place.
- Let first the herald due libation pay220
- To Jove, who guides the wand’rer on his way;
- Then set the genial banquet in his view,
- And give the stranger-guest a stranger’s due.’
- His sage advice the list’ning King obeys;
- He stretch’d his hand the prudent Chief to raise,
- And from his seat Laodamas remov’d
- (The Monarch’s offspring, and his best-belov’d);
- There next his side the godlike Hero sate;
- With stars of silver shone the bed of state.
- The golden ewer a beauteous handmaid brings,230
- Replenish’d from the cool translucent springs,
- Whose polish’d vase with copious streams supplies
- A silver laver of capacious size.
- The table next in regal order spread,
- The glitt’ring canisters are heap’d with bread:
- Viands of various kinds invite the taste,
- Of choicest sort and savour, rich repast!
- Thus feasting high, Alcinoüs gave the sign,
- And bade the Herald pour the rosy wine.
- ‘Let all around the due libation pay240
- To Jove, who guides the wand’rer on his way.’
- He said. Pontonoüs heard the King’s command;
- The circling goblet moves from hand to hand;
- Each drinks the juice that glads the heart of man.
- Alcinoüs then, with aspect mild, began:
- ‘Princes and Peers, attend; while we impart
- To you the thoughts of no inhuman heart.
- Now pleas’d and satiate from the social rite
- Repair we to the blessings of the night;
- But with the rising day, assembled here,250
- Let all the elders of the land appear,
- Pious observe our hospitable laws,
- And Heav’n propitiate in the stranger’s cause;
- Then join’d in council, proper means explore
- Safe to transport him to the wished-for shore
- (How distant that, imports not us to know,
- Nor weigh the labour, but relieve the woe).
- Meantime, nor harm nor anguish let him bear:
- This interval, Heav’n trusts him to our care;259
- But to his native land our charge resign’d,
- Heav’n’s is his life to come, and all the woes behind.
- Then must he suffer what the Fates ordain; }
- For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain! }
- And twins ev’n from the birth are Misery and Man! }
- But if, descended from th’ Olympian bower,
- Gracious approach us some immortal Power;
- If in that form thou com’st a guest divine;
- Some high event the conscious Gods design.
- As yet, unbid they never graced our feast,
- The solemn sacrifice call’d down the guest;
- Then manifest of Heav’n the vision stood,271
- And to our eyes familiar was the God.
- Oft with some favour’d traveller they stray,
- And shine before him all the desert way;
- With social intercourse, and face to face,
- The friends and guardians of our pious race.
- So near approach we their celestial kind,
- By justice, truth, and probity of mind;
- As our dire neighbours of Cyclopean birth
- Match in fierce wrong the giant-sons of earth.’280
- ‘Let no such thought’ (with modest grace rejoin’d
- The prudent Greek) ‘possess the royal mind.
- Alas! a mortal, like thyself, am I;
- No glorious native of yon azure sky:
- In form, ah how unlike their heav’nly kind!
- How more inferior in the gifts of mind!
- Alas, a mortal! most oppress’d of those
- Whom Fate has loaded with a weight of woes;
- By a sad train of miseries alone289
- Distinguish’d long, and second now to none!
- By Heav’n’s high will compell’d from shore to shore,
- With Heav’n’s high will prepared to suffer more.
- What histories of toil could I declare!
- But still long-wearied nature wants repair;
- Spent with fatigue, and shrunk with pining fast,
- My craving bowels still require repast.
- Howe’er the noble, suff’ring mind may grieve
- Its load of anguish, and disdain to live,
- Necessity demands our daily bread;
- Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.300
- But finish, O ye Peers! what you propose,
- And let the morrow’s dawn conclude my woes.
- Pleas’d will I suffer all the Gods ordain,
- To see my soil, my son, my friends again.
- That view vouchsafed, let instant death surprise
- With ever-during shade these happy eyes!’
- Th’ assembled Peers with gen’ral praise approv’d
- His pleaded reason, and the suit he mov’d.
- Each drinks a full oblivion of his cares,
- And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.310
- Ulysses in the regal walls alone }
- Remain’d: beside him, on a splendid throne }
- Divine Aretè and Alcinoüs shone. }
- The Queen, on nearer view, the guest survey’d,
- Robed in the garments her own hands had made,
- Not without wonder seen. Then thus began,
- Her words addressing to the godlike man:
- ‘Camest thou not hither, wondrous stranger! say,
- From lands remote, and o’er a length of sea?
- Tell then whence art thou? whence that princely air?320
- And robes like these, so recent and so fair?’
- ‘Hard is the task, O Princess! you impose’
- (Thus sighing spoke the man of many woes),
- ‘The long, the mournful series to relate
- Of all my sorrows sent by Heav’n and Fate!
- Yet what you ask, attend. An island lies
- Beyond these tracts, and under other skies,
- Ogygia named, in Ocean’s wat’ry arms;
- Where dwells Calypso, dreadful in her charms!
- Remote from Gods or men she holds her reign,330
- Amid the terrors of the rolling main.
- Me, only me, the hand of Fortune bore,
- Unblest! to tread that interdicted shore:
- When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
- Launch’d his red lightning at our scatter’d ships,
- Then, all my fleet, and all my foll’wers lost,
- Sole on a plank, on boiling surges toss’d,
- Heav’n drove my wreck th’ Ogygian isle to find,
- Full nine days floating to the wave and wind.339
- Met by the Goddess there with open arms,
- She bribed my stay with more than human charms;
- Nay, promis’d, vainly promis’d, to bestow
- Immortal life, exempt from age and woe;
- But all her blandishments successless prove,
- To banish from my breast my country’s love.
- I stay reluctant sev’n continued years,
- And water her ambrosial couch with tears;
- The eighth she voluntary moves to part,
- Or urged by Jove, or her own changeful heart.
- A raft was form’d to cross the surging sea;350 }
- Herself supplied the stores and rich array, }
- And gave the gales to waft me on the way. }
- In sev’nteen days appear’d your pleasing coast,
- And woody mountains half in vapours lost.
- Joy touch’d my soul: my soul was joy’d in vain,
- For angry Neptune rous’d the raging main;
- The wild winds whistle, and the billows roar; }
- The splitting raft the furious tempest tore; }
- And storms vindictive intercept the shore. }
- Soon as their rage subsides, the seas I brave360
- With naked force, and shoot along the wave,
- To reach this isle; but there my hopes were lost;
- The surge impell’d me on a craggy coast.
- I chose the safer sea, and chanced to find
- A river’s mouth impervious to the wind,
- And clear of rocks. I fainted by the flood;
- Then took the shelter of the neighb’ring wood.
- ’T was night, and cover’d in the foliage deep,
- Jove plunged my senses in the death of sleep.
- All night I slept, oblivious of my pain:370
- Aurora dawn’d, and Phœbus shined in vain,
- Nor, till oblique he sloped his ev’ning ray,
- Had Somnus dried the balmy dews away.
- Then female voices from the shore I heard:
- A maid amidst them, goddess-like, appear’d;
- To her I sued, she pitied my distress;
- Like thee in beauty, nor in virtue less.
- Who from such youth could hope consid’rate care?
- In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!
- She gave me life, reliev’d with just supplies380
- My wants, and lent these robes that strike your eyes.
- This is the truth: and oh, ye Powers on high!
- Forbid that want should sink me to a lie.’
- To this the King: ‘Our daughter but express’d
- Her cares imperfect to her godlike guest.
- Suppliant to her since first he chose to pray, }
- Why not herself did she conduct the way, }
- And with her handmaids to our court convey?’ }
- ‘Hero and King’ (Ulysses thus replied),
- ‘Nor blame her faultless, nor suspect of pride:390
- She bade me follow in th’ attendant train;
- But fear and rev’rence did my steps detain,
- Lest rash suspicion might alarm thy mind:
- Man ’s of a jealous and mistaking kind.’
- ‘Far from my soul’ (he cried) ‘the Gods efface
- All wrath ill-grounded, and suspicion base!
- Whate’er is honest, stranger, I approve,
- And would to Phœbus, Pallas, and to Jove,
- Such as thou art, thy thought and mine were one,
- Nor thou unwilling to be call’d my son.400
- In such alliance could’st thou wish to join,
- A palace stor’d with treasures should be thine.
- But if reluctant, who shall force thy stay? }
- Jove bids to set the stranger on his way, }
- And ships shall wait thee with the morning ray. }
- Till then, let slumber cross thy careful eyes; }
- The wakeful mariners shall watch the skies, }
- And seize the moment when the breezes rise, }
- Then gently waft thee to the pleasing shore,
- Where thy soul rests, and labour is no more.410
- Far as Eubœa tho’ thy country lay,
- Our ships with ease transport thee in a day.
- Thither of old, earth’s giant son to view,
- On wings of winds with Rhadamanth they flew;
- This land, from whence their morning course begun,
- Saw them returning with the setting sun.
- Your eyes shall witness and confirm my tale,
- Our youth how dext’rous and how fleet our sail,
- When justly timed with equal sweep they row,419
- And ocean whitens in long tracks below.’
- Thus he. No word the experienc’d man replies,
- But thus to Heav’n (and Heav’nward lifts his eyes):
- ‘O Jove! O Father! what the King accords
- Do thou make perfect! sacred be his words!
- Wide o’er the world Alcinoüs’ glory shine!
- Let fame be his, and ah! my country mine!’
- Meantime Aretè, for the hour of rest,
- Ordains the fleecy couch, and cov’ring vest;
- Bids her fair train the purple quilts prepare,
- And the thick carpets spread with busy care.430
- With torches blazing in their hands they pass’d,
- And finish’d all their Queen’s command with haste:
- Then gave the signal to the willing guest:
- He rose with pleasure, and retired to rest.
- There soft-extended, to the murm’ring sound
- Of the high porch, Ulysses sleeps profound!
- Within, releas’d from cares Alcinoüs lies;
- And fast beside were closed Aretè’s eyes.
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