The Odyssey (Wisehouse Classics Edition). Homer

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      Pains the sage ear, and hurts the sober eye.”

      “Magnificence of old (the prince replied)

      Beneath our roof with virtue could reside;

      Unblamed abundance crowned the royal board,

      What time this dome revered her prudent lord;

      Who now (so Heaven decrees) is doom’d to mourn,

      Bitter constraint, erroneous and forlorn.

      Better the chief, on Ilion’s hostile plain,

      Had fall’n surrounded with his warlike train;

      Or safe return’d, the race of glory pass’d,

      New to his friends’ embrace, and breathed his last!

      Then grateful Greece with streaming eyes would raise,

      Historic marbles to record his praise;

      His praise, eternal on the faithful stone,

      Had with transmissive honour graced his son.

      Now snatch’d by harpies to the dreary coast.

      Sunk is the hero, and his glory lost;

      Vanish’d at once! unheard of, and unknown!

      And I his heir in misery alone.

      Nor for a dear lost father only flow

      The filial tears, but woe succeeds to woe

      To tempt the spouseless queen with amorous wiles

      Resort the nobles from the neighbouring isles;

      From Samos, circled with the Ionian main,

      Dulichium, and Zacynthas’ sylvan reign;

      Ev’n with presumptuous hope her bed to ascend,

      The lords of Ithaca their right pretend.

      She seems attentive to their pleaded vows,

      Her heart detesting what her ear allows.

      They, vain expectants of the bridal hour,

      My stores in riotous expense devour.

      In feast and dance the mirthful months employ,

      And meditate my doom to crown their joy.”

      With tender pity touch’d, the goddess cried:

      “Soon may kind Heaven a sure relief provide,

      Soon may your sire discharge the vengeance due,

      And all your wrongs the proud oppressors rue!

      Oh! in that portal should the chief appear,

      Each hand tremendous with a brazen spear,

      In radiant panoply his limbs incased

      (For so of old my fathers court he graced,

      When social mirth unbent his serious soul,

      O’er the full banquet, and the sprightly bowl);

      He then from Ephyre, the fair domain

      Of Ilus, sprung from Jason’s royal strain,

      Measured a length of seas, a toilsome length, in vain.

      For, voyaging to learn the direful art

      To taint with deadly drugs the barbed dart;

      Observant of the gods, and sternly just,

      Ilus refused to impart the baneful trust;

      With friendlier zeal my father’s soul was fired,

      The drugs he knew, and gave the boon desired.

      Appear’d he now with such heroic port,

      As then conspicuous at the Taphian court;

      Soon should you boasters cease their haughty strife,

      Or each atone his guilty love with life.

      But of his wish’d return the care resign,

      Be future vengeance to the powers divine.

      My sentence hear: with stern distaste avow’d,

      To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;

      When next the morning warms the purple east,

      Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;

      The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;

      And form sure plans to save the sinking state.

      Should second love a pleasing flame inspire,

      And the chaste queen connubial rights require;

      Dismiss’d with honour, let her hence repair

      To great Icarius, whose paternal care

      Will guide her passion, and reward her choice

      With wealthy dower, and bridal gifts of price.

      Then let this dictate of my love prevail:

      Instant, to foreign realms prepare to sail,

      To learn your father’s fortunes; Fame may prove,

      Or omen’d voice (the messenger of Jove),

      Propitious to the search. Direct your toil

      Through the wide ocean first to sandy Pyle;

      Of Nestor, hoary sage, his doom demand:

      Thence speed your voyage to the Spartan strand;

      For young Atrides to the Achaian coast

      Arrived the last of all the victor host.

      If yet Ulysses views the light, forbear,

      Till the fleet hours restore the circling year.

      But if his soul hath wing’d the destined flight,

      Inhabitant of deep disastrous night;

      Homeward with pious speed repass the main,

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