Complete Works of Homer

by Homer

  Of power divine, and howling, trembling, fled.

  The goddess, beckoning, waves her deathless hands:

  Dauntless the king before the goddess stands:

  "Then why (she said), O favour'd of the skies!

  Why to thy godlike son this long disguise?

  Stand forth reveal'd; with him thy cares employ

  Against thy foes; be valiant and destroy!

  Lo! I descend in that avenging hour,

  To combat by thy side, thy guardian power."

  She said, and o'er him waves her wand of gold

  Imperial robes his manly limbs infold;

  At once with grace divine his frame improves;

  At once with majesty enlarged he moves:

  Youth flush'd his reddening cheek, and from his brows

  A length of hair in sable ringlets flows;

  His blackening chin receives a deeper shade;

  Then from his eyes upsprung the warrior-maid.

  The hero reascends: the prince o'erawed

  Scarce lifts his eyes, and bows as to a god,

  Then with surprise (surprise chastised by fears):

  "How art thou changed! (he cried) — a god appears!

  Far other vests thy limbs majestic grace,

  Far other glories lighten from thy face!

  If heaven be thy abode, with pious care,

  Lo! I the ready sacrifice prepare:

  Lo! gifts of labour'd gold adorn thy shrine,

  To win thy grace: O save us, power divine!"

  "Few are my days (Ulysses made reply),

  Nor I, alas! descendant of the sky.

  I am thy father. O my son! my son!

  That father, for whose sake thy days have run

  One scene of woe! to endless cares consign'd,

  And outraged by the wrongs of base mankind."

  Then, rushing to his arms, he kiss'd his boy

  With the strong raptures of a parent's joy.

  Tears bathe his cheek, and tears the ground bedew:

  He strain'd him close, as to his breast he grew.

  "Ah me! (exclaims the prince with fond desire)

  Thou art not — no, thou canst not be my sire.

  Heaven such illusion only can impose,

  By the false joy to aggravate my woes.

  Who but a god can change the general doom,

  And give to wither'd age a youthful bloom!

  Late, worn with years, in weeds obscene you trod;

  Now, clothed in majesty, you move a god!"

  "Forbear (he cried,) for Heaven reserve that name;

  Give to thy father but a father's claim;

  Other Ulysses shalt thou never see,

  I am Ulysses, I, my son, am he.

  Twice ten sad years o'er earth and ocean toss'd,

  'Tis given at length to view my native coast.

  Pallas, unconquer'd maid, my frame surrounds

  With grace divine: her power admits no bounds;

  She o'er my limbs old age and wrinkles shed;

  Now strong as youth, magnificent I tread.

  The gods with ease frail man depress or raise,

  Exalt the lowly, or the proud debase."

  He spoke and sate. The prince with transport flew,

  Hung round his neck, while tears his cheek bedew;

  Nor less the father pour'd a social flood;

  They wept abundant, and they wept aloud.

  As the bold eagle with fierce sorrow stung,

  Or parent vulture, mourns her ravish'd young;

  They cry, they scream, their unfledged brood a prey

  To some rude churl, and borne by stealth away:

  So they aloud: and tears in tides had run,

  Their grief unfinish'd with the setting sun;

  But checking the full torrent in its flow,

  The prince thus interrupts the solemn woe.

  "What ship transported thee, O father, say;

  And what bless'd hands have oar'd thee on the way?"

  "All, all (Ulysses instant made reply),

  I tell thee all, my child, my only joy!

  Phaeacians bore me to the port assign'd,

  A nation ever to the stranger kind;

  Wrapp'd in the embrace of sleep, the faithful train

  O'er seas convey'd me to my native reign:

  Embroider'd vestures, gold, and brass, are laid

  Conceal'd in caverns in the sylvan shade.

  Hither, intent the rival rout to slay,

  And plan the scene of death, I bend my way;

  So Pallas wills — but thou, my son, explain

  The names and numbers of the audacious train;

  'Tis mine to judge if better to employ

  Assistant force, or singly to destroy."

  "O'er earth (returns the prince) resounds thy name,

  Thy well-tried wisdom, and thy martial fame,

  Yet at thy words I start, in wonder lost;

  Can we engage, not decades but an host?

  Can we alone in furious battle stand,

  Against that numerous and determined band?

  Hear then their numbers; from Dulichium came

  Twice twenty-six, all peers of mighty name.

  Six are their menial train: twice twelve the boast

  Of Samos; twenty from Zacynthus' coast:

  And twelve our country's pride; to these belong

  Medon and Phemius, skill'd in heavenly song.

  Two sewers from day to day the revels wait,

  Exact of taste, and serve the feast in state.

  With such a foe the unequal fight to try,

  Were by false courage unrevenged to die.

  Then what assistant powers you boast relate,

  Ere yet we mingle in the stern debate."

  "Mark well my voice, (Ulysses straight replies:)

  What need of aids, if favour'd by the skies?

  If shielded to the dreadful fight we move,

  By mighty Pallas, and by thundering Jove?"

  "Sufficient they (Telemachus rejoin'd)

  Against the banded powers of all mankind:

  They, high enthroned above the rolling clouds,

  Wither the strength of man, and awe the gods."

  "Such aids expect (he cries,) when strong in might

  We rise terrific to the task of fight.

  But thou, when morn salutes the aerial plain,

  The court revisit and the lawless train:

  Me thither in disguise Eumaeus leads,

  An aged mendicant in tatter'd weeds.

  There, if base scorn insult my reverend age,

  Bear it, my son! repress thy rising rage.

  If outraged, cease that outrage to repel;

  Bear it, my son! howe'er thy heart rebel.

  Yet strive by prayer and counsel to restrain

  Their lawless insults, though thou strive in vain:

  For wicked ears are deaf to wisdom's call,

  And vengeance strikes whom Heaven has doom'd to fall.

  Once more attend: when she whose power inspires

  The thinking mind, my soul to vengeance fires,

  I give the sign: that instant, from beneath,

  Aloft convey the instruments of death,

  Armour and arms; and, if mistrust arise,

  Thus veil the truth in plausible disguise:

  "'These glittering weapons, ere he sail'd to Troy,

  Ulysses view'd with stern heroic joy:

  Then, beaming o'er the illumined wall they shone;

  Now dust dishonours, all their lustre gone.

  I bear them hence (so Jove my soul inspires),

  From the pollution of the fuming fires;

  Lest when the bowl inflames, in vengeful mood

  Ye rush to arms, and stain the feast with blood:

  Oft ready swords in luckless hour incite

  The hand of wrath, and arm it for the fight.'

  "Such be the plea, and by the plea deceive:

  For Jove infatuate
s all, and all believe.

  Yet leave for each of us a sword to wield,

  A pointed javelin, and a fenceful shield.

  But by my blood that in thy bosom glows,

  By that regard a son his father owes;

  The secret, that thy father lives, retain

  Lock'd in thy bosom from the household train;

  Hide it from all; e'en from Eumaeus hide,

  From my dear father, and my dearer bride.

  One care remains, to note the loyal few

  Whose faith yet lasts among the menial crew;

  And noting, ere we rise in vengeance, prove

  Who love his prince; for sure you merit love."

  To whom the youth: "To emulate, I aim,

  The brave and wise, and my great father's fame.

  But reconsider, since the wisest err,

  Vengeance resolved, 'tis dangerous to defer.

  What length of time must we consume in vain,

  Too curious to explore the menial train!

  While the proud foes, industrious to destroy

  Thy wealth, in riot the delay enjoy.

  Suffice it in this exigence alone

  To mark the damsels that attend the throne:

  Dispersed the youth reside; their faith to prove

  Jove grants henceforth, if thou hast spoke from Jove."

  While in debate they waste the hours away,

  The associates of the prince repass'd the bay:

  With speed they guide the vessel to the shores;

  With speed debarking land the naval stores:

  Then, faithful to their charge, to Clytius bear,

  And trust the presents to his friendly care.

  Swift to the queen a herald flies to impart

  Her son's return, and ease a parent's heart:

  Lest a sad prey to ever-musing cares,

  Pale grief destroy what time awhile forbears.

  The incautious herald with impatience burns,

  And cries aloud, "Thy son, O queen, returns;"

  Eumaeus sage approach'd the imperial throne,

  And breathed his mandate to her ear alone,

  Then measured back the way. The suitor band,

  Stung to the soul, abash'd, confounded, stand;

  And issuing from the dome, before the gate,

  With clouded looks, a pale assembly sate.

  At length Eurymachus: "Our hopes are vain;

  Telemachus in triumph sails the main.

  Haste, rear the mast, the swelling shroud display;

  Haste, to our ambush'd friends the news convey!"

  Scarce had he spake, when, turning to the strand,

  Amphinomos survey'd the associate band;

  Full to the bay within the winding shores

  With gather'd sails they stood, and lifted oars.

  "O friends!" he cried, elate with rising joy,

  "See to the port secure the vessel fly!

  Some god has told them, or themselves survey

  The bark escaped; and measure back their way."

  Swift at the word descending to the shores,

  They moor the vessel and unlade the stores:

  Then, moving from the strand, apart they sate,

  And full and frequent form'd a dire debate.

  "Lives then the boy? he lives (Antinous cries),

  The care of gods and favourite of the skies.

  All night we watch'd, till with her orient wheels

  Aurora flamed above the eastern hills,

  And from the lofty brow of rocks by day

  Took in the ocean with a broad survey

  Yet safe he sails; the powers celestial give

  To shun the hidden snares of death, and live.

  But die he shall, and thus condemn'd to bleed,

  Be now the scene of instant death decreed.

  Hope ye success? undaunted crush the foe.

  Is he not wise? know this, and strike the blow.

  Wait ye, till he to arms in council draws

  The Greeks, averse too justly to our cause?

  Strike, ere, the states convened, the foe betray

  Our murderous ambush on the watery way.

  Or choose ye vagrant from their rage to fly,

  Outcasts of earth, to breathe an unknown sky?

  The brave prevent misfortune; then be brave,

  And bury future danger in his grave.

  Returns he? ambush'd we'll his walk invade,

  Or where he hides in solitude and shade;

  And give the palace to the queen a dower,

  Or him she blesses in the bridal hour.

  But if submissive you resign the sway,

  Slaves to a boy, go, flatter and obey.

  Retire we instant to our native reign,

  Nor be the wealth of kings consumed in vain;

  Then wed whom choice approves: the queen be given

  To some blest prince, the prince decreed by Heaven."

  Abash'd, the suitor train his voice attends;

  Till from his throne Amphinomus ascends,

  Who o'er Dulichium stretch'd his spacious reign,

  A land of plenty, bless'd with every grain:

  Chief of the numbers who the queen address'd,

  And though displeasing, yet displeasing least.

  Soft were his words; his actions wisdom sway'd;

  Graceful awhile he paused, then mildly said:

  "O friends, forbear! and be the thought withstood:

  'Tis horrible to shed imperial blood!

  Consult we first the all-seeing powers above,

  And the sure oracles of righteous Jove.

  If they assent, e'en by this hand he dies;

  If they forbid, I war not with the skies."

  He said: the rival train his voice approved,

  And rising instant to the palace moved.

  Arrived, with wild tumultuous noise they sate,

  Recumbent on the shining thrones of state.

  The Medon, conscious of their dire debates,

  The murderous counsel to the queen relates.

  Touch'd at the dreadful story, she descends:

  Her hasty steps a damsel train attends.

  Full where the dome its shining valves expands,

  Sudden before the rival powers she stands;

  And, veiling, decent, with a modest shade

  Her cheek, indignant to Antinous said:

  "O void of faith! of all bad men the worst!

  Renown'd for wisdom, by the abuse accursed!

  Mistaking fame proclaims thy generous mind:

  Thy deeds denote thee of the basest kind.

  Wretch! to destroy a prince that friendship gives,

  While in his guest his murderer he receives;

  Nor dread superior Jove, to whom belong

  The cause of suppliants, and revenge of wrong.

  Hast thou forgot, ungrateful as thou art,

  Who saved thy father with a friendly part?

  Lawless he ravaged with his martial powers

  The Taphian pirates on Thesprotia's shores;

  Enraged, his life, his treasures they demand;

  Ulysses saved him from the avenger's hand.

  And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

  His bed dishonour, and his house betray?

  Afflict his queen, and with a murderous hand

  Destroy his heir! — but cease, 'tis I command."

  "Far hence those fears (Eurymachus replied,)

  O prudent princess! bid thy soul confide.

  Breathes there a man who dares that hero slay,

  While I behold the golden light of day?

  No: by the righteous powers of heaven I swear,

  His blood in vengeance smokes upon my spear.

  Ulysses, when my infant days I led,

  With wine sufficed me, and with dainties fed:

  My generous soul abhors the ungrateful part,

  And my friend's son lives nearest to my heart.

  Then fear
no mortal arm; if Heaven destroy,

  We must resign: for man is born to die."

  Thus smooth he ended, yet his death conspired:

  Then sorrowing, with sad step the queen retired,

  With streaming eyes, all comfortless deplored,

  Touch'd with the dear remembrance of her lord:

  Nor ceased till Pallas bids her sorrows fly,

  And in soft slumber seal'd her flowing eye.

  And now Eumaeus, at the evening hour,

  Came late, returning to his sylvan bower.

  Ulysses and his son had dress'd with art

  A yearling boar, and gave the gods their part.

  Holy repast! That instant from the skies

  The martial goddess to Ulysses flies:

  She waves her golden wand, and reassumes

  From every feature every grace that blooms;

  At once his vestures change; at once she sheds

  Age o'er his limbs, that tremble as he treads:

  Lest to the queen the swain with transport fly,

  Unable to contain the unruly joy;

  When near he drew, the prince breaks forth: "Proclaim

  What tidings, friend? what speaks the voice of fame?

  Say, if the suitors measure back the main,

  Or still in ambush thirst for blood in vain?"

  "Whether (he cries) they measure back the flood,

  Or still in ambush thirst in vain for blood,

  Escaped my care: where lawless suitors sway,

  Thy mandate borne my soul disdain'd to stay.

  But from the Hermaean height I cast a view,

  Where to the port a bark high-bounding flew;

  Her freight a shining band: with martial air

  Each poised his shield, and each advanced his spear;

  And, if aright these searching eyes survey,

  The eluded suitors stem the watery way."

  The prince, well pleased to disappoint their wiles,

  Steals on his sire a glance, and secret smiles.

  And now, a short repast prepared, they fed

  Till the keen rage of craving hunger fled:

  Then to repose withdrawn, apart they lay,

  And in soft sleep forgot the cares of day.

  BOOK XVII.

  ARGUMENT.

  Telemachus returning to the city, relates to Penelope the sum of his travels. Ulysses is conducted by Eumaeus to the palace, where his old dog Argus acknowledges his master, after an absence of twenty years, and dies with joy. Eumaeus returns into the country, and Ulysses remains among the suitors, whose behaviour is described.

  Soon as Aurora, daughter of the dawn,

  Sprinkled with roseate light the dewy lawn,

  In haste the prince arose, prepared to part;

  His hand impatient grasps the pointed dart;

  Fair on his feet the polish'd sandals shine,

  And thus he greets the master of the swine: