The Odyssey. Homer

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СКАЧАТЬ Of Mentes' form conceal'd from human eyes

       (Mentes, the monarch of the Taphian land);

       A glittering spear waved awful in her hand.

       There in the portal placed, the heaven-born maid

       Enormous riot and misrule survey'd.

       On hides of beeves, before the palace gate

       (Sad spoils of luxury), the suitors sate.

       With rival art, and ardour in their mien,

       At chess they vie, to captivate the queen;

       Divining of their loves. Attending nigh,

       A menial train the flowing bowl supply.

       Others, apart, the spacious hall prepare,

       And form the costly feast with busy care.

       There young Telemachus, his bloomy face

       Glowing celestial sweet, with godlike grace

       Amid the circle shines: but hope and fear

       (Painful vicissitude!) his bosom tear.

       Now, imaged in his mind, he sees restored

       In peace and joy the people's rightful lord;

       The proud oppressors fly the vengeful sword.

       While his fond soul these fancied triumphs swell'd,

       The stranger guest the royal youth beheld;

       Grieved that a visitant so long should wait

       Unmark'd, unhonour'd, at a monarch's gate;

       Instant he flew with hospitable haste,

       And the new friend with courteous air embraced.

       "Stranger, whoe'er thou art, securely rest,

       Affianced in my faith, a ready guest;

       Approach the dome, the social banquet share,

       And then the purpose of thy soul declare."

       Thus affable and mild, the prince precedes,

       And to the dome the unknown celestial leads.

       The spear receiving from the hand, he placed

       Against a column, fair with sculpture graced;

       Where seemly ranged in peaceful order stood

       Ulysses' arms now long disused to blood.

       He led the goddess to the sovereign seat,

       Her feet supported with a stool of state

       (A purple carpet spread the pavement wide);

       Then drew his seat, familiar, to her side;

       Far from the suitor-train, a brutal crowd,

       With insolence, and wine, elate and loud:

       Where the free guest, unnoted, might relate,

       If haply conscious, of his father's fate.

       The golden ewer a maid obsequious brings,

       Replenish'd from the cool, translucent springs;

       With copious water the bright vase supplies

       A silver laver of capacious size;

       They wash. The tables in fair order spread,

       They heap the glittering canisters with bread:

       Viands of various kinds allure the taste,

       Of choicest sort and savour, rich repast!

       Delicious wines the attending herald brought;

       The gold gave lustre to the purple draught.

       Lured with the vapour of the fragrant feast,

       In rush'd the suitors with voracious haste;

       Marshall'd in order due, to each a sewer

       Presents, to bathe his hands, a radiant ewer.

       Luxurious then they feast. Observant round

       Gay stripling youths the brimming goblets crown'd.

       The rage of hunger quell'd, they all advance

       And form to measured airs the mazy dance;

       To Phemius was consign'd the chorded lyre,

       Whose hand reluctant touch'd the warbling wire;

       Phemius, whose voice divine could sweetest sing

       High strains responsive to the vocal string.

       Meanwhile, in whispers to his heavenly guest

       His indignation thus the prince express'd:

       "Indulge my rising grief, whilst these (my friend)

       With song and dance the pompous revel end.

       Light is the dance, and doubly sweet the lays,

       When for the dear delight another pays.

       His treasured stores those cormarants consume,

       Whose bones, defrauded of a regal tomb

       And common turf, lie naked on the plain,

       Or doom'd to welter in the whelming main.

       Should he return, that troop so blithe and bold,

       With purple robes inwrought, and stiff with gold,

       Precipitant in fear would wing their flight,

       And curse their cumbrous pride's unwieldy weight.

       But ah, I dream!-the appointed hour is fled.

       And hope, too long with vain delusion fed,

       Deaf to the rumour of fallacious fame,

       Gives to the roll of death his glorious name!

       With venial freedom let me now demand

       Thy name, thy lineage, and paternal land;

       Sincere from whence began thy course, recite,

       And to what ship I owe the friendly freight?

       Now first to me this visit dost thou deign,

       Or number'd in my father's social train?

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