The Odyssey of Homer. Homer

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BOOK V

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ARGUMENT

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      Mercury bears to Calypso a command from Jupiter that she dismiss Ulysses. She, after some remonstrances, promises obedience, and furnishes him with instruments and materials, with which he constructs a raft. He quits Calypso’s island; is persecuted by Neptune with dreadful tempests, but by the assistance of a sea nymph, after having lost his raft, is enabled to swim to Phæacia.

      Aurora from beside her glorious mate

       Tithonus now arose, light to dispense

       Through earth and heav’n, when the assembled Gods

       In council sat, o’er whom high-thund’ring Jove

       Presided, mightiest of the Pow’rs above.

       Amid them, Pallas on the num’rous woes

       Descanted of Ulysses, whom she saw

       With grief, still prison’d in Calypso’s isle.

       Jove, Father, hear me, and ye other Pow’rs

       Who live for ever, hear! Be never King 10

       Henceforth to gracious acts inclined, humane,

       Or righteous, but let ev’ry sceptred hand

       Rule merciless, and deal in wrong alone,

       Since none of all his people whom he sway’d

       With such paternal gentleness and love

       Remembers, now, divine Ulysses more.

       He, in yon distant isle a suff’rer lies

       Of hopeless sorrow, through constraint the guest

       Still of the nymph Calypso, without means

       Or pow’r to reach his native shores again, 20

       Alike of gallant barks and friends depriv’d,

       Who might conduct him o’er the spacious Deep.

       Nor is this all, but enemies combine

       To slay his son ere yet he can return

       From Pylus, whither he hath gone to learn

       There, or in Sparta, tidings of his Sire.

       To whom the cloud-assembler God replied.

       What word hath pass’d thy lips, daughter belov’d?

       Hast thou not purpos’d that arriving soon

       At home, Ulysses shall destroy his foes? 30

       Guide thou, Telemachus, (for well thou canst)

       That he may reach secure his native coast,

       And that the suitors baffled may return.

       He ceas’d, and thus to Hermes spake, his son.

       Hermes! (for thou art herald of our will

       At all times) to yon bright-hair’d nymph convey

       Our fix’d resolve, that brave Ulysses thence

       Depart, uncompanied by God or man.

       Borne on a corded raft, and suff’ring woe

       Extreme, he on the twentieth day shall reach, 40

       Not sooner, Scherie the deep-soil’d, possess’d

       By the Phæacians, kinsmen of the Gods.

       They, as a God shall reverence the Chief,

       And in a bark of theirs shall send him thence

       To his own home, much treasure, brass and gold

       And raiment giving him, to an amount

       Surpassing all that, had he safe return’d,

       He should by lot have shared of Ilium’s spoil.

       Thus Fate appoints Ulysses to regain

       His country, his own palace, and his friends. 50

       He ended, nor the Argicide refused,

       Messenger of the skies; his sandals fair,

       Ambrosial, golden, to his feet he bound,

       Which o’er the moist wave, rapid as the wind,

       Bear him, and o’er th’ illimitable earth,

       Then took his rod with which, at will, all eyes

       He closes soft, or opes them wide again.

       So arm’d, forth flew the valiant Argicide.

       Alighting on Pieria, down he stoop’d

       To Ocean, and the billows lightly skimm’d 60

       In form a sew-mew, such as in the bays

       Tremendous of the barren Deep her food

       Seeking, dips oft in brine her ample wing.

       In such disguise o’er many a wave he rode,

       But reaching, now, that isle remote, forsook

       The azure Deep, and at the spacious grot,

       Where dwelt the amber-tressed nymph arrived,

       Found her within. A fire on all the hearth

       Blazed sprightly, and, afar-diffused, the scent

       Of smooth-split cedar and of cypress-wood 70

       Odorous, burning, cheer’d the happy isle.

       She, busied at the loom, and plying fast

       Her golden shuttle, with melodious voice

       Sat chaunting there; a grove on either side,

       Alder and poplar, and the redolent branch

       Wide-spread of Cypress, skirted dark the cave.

       There many a bird of broadest pinion built

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