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HOMER's ODYSSES.
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And long-continu'd ways, and winding floods,
And unknown mountains,crown'd with unknown woods.
Pensive and slow, with sudden grief opprest,
The King arose, and beat his careful breast,
Cast a long look o'er all the coast and main,
And sought around his native realm in vain;
Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe,
And, as he spoke, the tears began to flow.
Ye Gods (he cry'd) upon what barren coast,
In what new region is Ulysses tost?
Possess'd by wild barbarians fierce in arms?
Or men, whose bosom tender pity warms?
Where shall this treasure now in safety lie?
And whither, whither its sad owner fly?
Ah why did I Alcinous' grace implore?
Ah why forsake Phæacia's happy shore?
Some juster prince perhaps had entertain❜d,
And safe restor'd me to my native land.
Is this the promis'd, long expected coast;
And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast?
And unknown mountains,crown'd with unknown woods.
Pensive and slow, with sudden grief opprest,
The King arose, and beat his careful breast,
Cast a long look o'er all the coast and main,
And sought around his native realm in vain;
Then with erected eyes stood fix'd in woe,
And, as he spoke, the tears began to flow.
Ye Gods (he cry'd) upon what barren coast,
In what new region is Ulysses tost?
Possess'd by wild barbarians fierce in arms?
Or men, whose bosom tender pity warms?
Where shall this treasure now in safety lie?
And whither, whither its sad owner fly?
Ah why did I Alcinous' grace implore?
Ah why forsake Phæacia's happy shore?
Some juster prince perhaps had entertain❜d,
And safe restor'd me to my native land.
Is this the promis'd, long expected coast;
And this the faith Phæacia's rulers boast?
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