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ULYSSES begins the relation of his adventures; how, after the deftruftion of Troy, he, with his compa- nions, made an incurfion on the Cicons, by whom they were repulfed; and, meeting with a (form, were driven to the coaft of the Lotophagi. From thence they failed to the land of the Cyclops, whofe manners and fituation are particularly charatterifed. , The giant Polyphemus and his cave defcribed ; the ulage Ulyfles and his companions met with there; ' and, laftly, the method and artifice by which he e- fcaped. | A 3 z ■ , e Y a G .XF 24 0 0 a ► : ■" i' «4 - yfMjlsSk • v. (W«*4 :>■ ■■'■.. il . a .13..,a , -1 23 2*? J •.* V -I'i ; , . ' I bill ^Ulllilt t:! ri:' ■< ■ .bne fh-J'.'vq*■ • ww ^snl MS oi'1 .fj: .,03 1 srijVfles- '•• oi • ■ hij sic,; ,t .”o(D w to tv*;:' » ' r.'J < ■y. wrwtli it ■ 1 .. -y- • • ' . • . Oi.3 ; iadii.,. l- '.v iciri ijti:: ;yiarf} i'5:w ni.. ,fi©ioiqino: v-; •»a<l ' .'iriv/ i i.) : i, BOOK IX. HEN thus Ulyfles. Thou, whom firfl in fvvay. "*• As firft in virtue, thefc thy realms obey ; How fweet the produfts of a peaceful reign ! The heav’n-taught poet, and inchanting drain ; The well-fill’d palace, the perpetual feaft, A land rejoicing, and a people bled! How goodly feems it, ever to employ Man’s focial days in union and in joy ; The plenteous board high-heap’d with cates divine, And o’er the foaming bowl the laughing wine 1 Amid thefe joys, why feeks thy mind to know Th’ unhappy feries of a wand’rtr’s wo ? Remembrance fad ! whole image to review, Alas ! mud open all my wounds anew. And oh ! what fird, what lad fhall 1 relate, Of woes unnumbcr’d, fent by heav’n and fate ? Know fird the man (tho’ now a wretch didred) Who hopes thee, monarch ! for his 'future gueft. Behold Ulyfies ! no ignoble name; Earth founds my wifdom, and high heav’n my fame.- My native foil is Ithaca the fair, 1 Where high Neritus waves his woods in air : Dulichium, Same, and Zacynthus crown’d With (hady mountains, fpread their ifles around. (Thefe to the north and night’s dark regions run, i Thofe to Aurora and the rifing fun), Low lies our ifle, yet blefs’d in fruitful-dores ; Strong are her fons,.though rocky are her (hores; , 8 HOMER’s ODYSSEY. IX. 29. And none, ah none fo lovely to my fight, Of all the lands thatheav’n o’erfpreads with light! In vain Calypfo long confirain’d my {lay, With fwect, reluftant, amorous delay; With all her charms as vainly Circe ftrove, And added magic, to fecure my love. In pomps or joys, the palace or the grot, My country’s image never was forgot, My abfent parents rofe before my fight, And diftant lay contentment and delight. Hear then the woes which mighty Jove ordahj’A To wait my palfage from the Trojan land. The winds from llion to the Cicon’s {hore. Beneath cold Ifmarus, our veflels bore We boldly lauded on the hoftile place, And lack’d the city, and deflroy’d the race, Their wives made captive, their pollellions Qlar’d, And ev’ry foldier found a like reward. I then advis’d to fly; not fo the reft, Who ftaid to revel, and prolong the feaft : The fatted (heep and fable bulls they flay. And bowls flow round, and riot waftes the day. Meantime the Cleons, to their holds retir’d. Call on the Cleons, with new fury fir’d; With early morn the gather’d country {'warms, And all the continent is bright with arms; Thick as the budding leaves or rifing flow’rs O’erfpread the lawn, when fpring delcends in Ihow’rs All expert foldiers, {kill’d on foot to dare. Or from the bounding courfer urge the war. Now fortune changes, (fo the fates ordain) ; Our hour was come to talk our {hare of pain. HOMER’s ODYSSEY. IX. 61. o Clofe at the (hips the bloody fight began, Wounded they wound, and man expires on man. Long.as the morning-fun increafing bright O’er heav’n’s pure azure fpread the growing light, Promifcuous death the form of war confounds, Each adverfe battle gor’d with equal wounds : But when his ev’ning wheels o’erhung the main. Then conqueft crown’d the fierce Ciconian train. Six brave companions from each (hip we tolf, The reft efcape in hafte, and quit the coalt. With fails outfpread we fly th’ unequal (trife, Sad for their lofs, but joyful of our life. Yet as we fled, our fellows rites we paid, And thrice we call’d on each unhappy (hade. Meanwhile the god, whofe hand the thunder forms. Drives clouds on clouds, and blackens heav’n with ftorms: Wide o’er the wafte the rage of Boreas fweeps, And night rulh’d headlong on the (haded deeps. Now here, now there, the giddy (hips are born, And all the rattling fhrbuds in fragments torn. We furl’d the fail, we ply’d the lab’riug oar. Took down our marts, and row’d our (hips to (here. Two tedious days and two long nights we lay, 1 O’erwatch’d and batter’d in the naked bay. But the third morning when Aurora brings, We rear the marts, we fpread the Canvas wings: -Refrefh’d, and carelefs on the deck reclin’d, We fit, and truft the pilot and the wind. Then to my native country had I fail’d ; But, the cape doubled, adverfe winds prevail’d. JO HO M E R's O D Y S S E Y. IX. J>I. Strong was the tiJe, which, by the northern biaft Inrpeli’d, our veflels on Cythera call. Nine days our fleet th’ uncertain tempeft bore Far in wide ocean, and from fight of Ihore : The tenth we touch’d, by various errors toft. The land of Lotos, and the flow’ry coaft. We climb’d the beach, and fprings of water found, Then fpread our hafty banquet on the ground. Three men were fent, deputed from the crew, (An herald one), the dubious coaft to view. And learn what habitants poflefs’d the place. They went, and found a holpitable race; Not prone to ill, nor ftrange to foreign gueft, They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feaft; The trees around them all their fruit produce. Lotos, the name ; divine, neflareous juice ! (Thence call’d Lotophagi) ; which whofo taftes, Iniatiate riots in the fweet repafts, Nor other home nor other care intends, But quits his houfe, his country, and his friends. The three we fent, from offth’ inchanting ground We dragg’d reluftant, and by force we bound : The reft in hafte forfook the pleafing Ihore, Or, the charm tafted, had return’d no more. Now plac’d in order on their banks, they fweep The fea’s fmooth face, and cleave the hoary deep ; With heavy hearts we labour through the tide, To ccafts unknown, and oceans yet untry’d. The land of Cyclops firft : a favage kind, Nor tam’d by manners, nor by laws confin’d : Untaught to plant, to turn the glebe, and fow, They all their produfls to free nature owe. HOMER’S ODYSSEY. IX. 123. 11 The foil untill’d a ready harvert yields, With wheat and barley wave the golden fields. Spontaneous wines from weighty ciufters pour, And Jove defcends in each prolific IJiow’r. By thefe no flatutes and no rights are known, No council held, no monarch fills the throne; But high on hills or airy cliffs they dwell, Or deep in caves whofe entrance leads to hell. Each rules his race, his neighbour not his care, Heedlefs of others, to his own fevere. Oppos’d to the Cyclopean coafls, there lay An ille, whofe hills their fubjefl fields furvey; Its name Lachaea, crown’d with many a grove. Where lavage goats thro’ pathlefs thickets rove: No needy mortals here, with hunger bold. Or wretched hunters, through the vvint’ry cold Purine their flight, but leave them fafe to bound From hill to hill, o’er all the defert ground. Nor know s the foil to feed the fleecy care, Or feels the labours of the crooked fhare; But uninhabited, untill’d, unfown It lies, and breeds the bleating goat alone. For there no veffel with vermilion prore, Or bark of traffic, glides from Ihore to (hore ; The rugged race of favages, unfkilPd The feas to traverfe, or the fhips to build, Gaze on the coaft, nor cultivate the foil ; Unkarn’d in all th’ induflrious arts of toil.