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HOMER's ODYSSES.
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(With brutal force he seiz'd my Trojan prey,
Due to the toils of many a bloody day.)
Unseen I 'scap'd; and, favour'd by the night,
In a Phænician vessel took my flight;
For Pyle or Elis bound; but tempests tost,
And raging billows drove us on your coast:
In dead of night an unknown port we gain'd,
Spent with fatigue, and slept secure on land;
But 'ere the rosy morn renew'd the day,
While in th' embrace of pleasing sleep I lay,
Sudden, invited by auspicious gales,
They land my goods, and hoist their flying sails,
Abandon'd here, my fortune I deplore,
A hapless exile on a foreign shore.
Thus while he spoke, the blue-ey'd maid began.
With pleasing smiles to view the godlike man;
Then chang'd her form, and now divinely bright
Jove's heav'nly daughter stood confess'd to sight,
Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom,
Skill'd in th'illustrious labours of the loom.

O still