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| Homer, Odyssey | 174 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Homer, The Odyssey (ed. Samuel Butler, Based on public domain edition, revised by Timothy Power and Gregory Nagy.) | 166 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 20 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Pausanias, Description of Greece | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Euripides, Cyclops (ed. David Kovacs) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| Homer, The Iliad (ed. Samuel Butler) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
| M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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She said, and to the neighb'ring forest flew.
Our courage fails us, and our fears renew.
Hopeless to win by war, to pray'rs we fall,
And on th' offended Harpies humbly call,
And whether gods or birds obscene they were,
Our vows for pardon and for peace prefer.
But old Anchises, off'ring sacrifice,
And lifting up to heav'n his hands and eyes,
Ador'd the greater gods: ‘Avert,’ said he,
‘These omens; render vain this prophecy,
And from th' impending curse a pious people free!’
Thus having said, he bids us put to sea;
We loose from shore our haulsers, and obey,
And soon with swelling sails pursue the wat'ry way.
Amidst our course, Zacynthian woods appear;
And next by rocky Neritos we steer:
We fly from Ithaca's detested shore,
And curse the land which dire Ulysses bore.
At length Leucate's cloudy top appears,
And the Sun's temple, which the sailor fears.
Resolv'd to breathe a while from labor past,
Our crooked anchors from the prow we cast,
And joyful to the little city
‘From Ithaca, my native soil, I came
To Troy; and Achaemenides my name.
Me my poor father with Ulysses sent;
(O had I stay'd, with poverty content!)
But, fearful for themselves, my countrymen
Left me forsaken in the Cyclops' den.
The cave, tho' large, was dark; the dismal floor
Was pav'd with mangled limbs and putrid gore.
Our monstrous host, of more than human size,
Erects his head, and stares within the skies;
Bellowing his voice, and horrid is his hue.
Ye gods, remove this plague from mortal view!
The joints of slaughter'd wretches are his food;
And for his wine he quaffs the streaming blood.
These eyes beheld, when with his spacious hand
He seiz'd two captives of our Grecian band;
Stretch'd on his back, he dash'd against the stones
Their broken bodies, and their crackling bones:
With spouting blood the purple pavement swims,
While the dire glutton grinds the trembling limbs.
‘Not unreveng'd Ulysses bore their fate,
Nor thoughtless of his own unhappy state;
For, gorg'd with flesh, a