tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164672274814613038.post7518799584830726648..comments2023-04-15T08:14:53.058-07:00Comments on Joey Conservative's Corner: Telemachus' Father's EucharisJoey Conservativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02521728886621816690noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164672274814613038.post-20152511904575963862010-11-14T17:25:20.662-08:002010-11-14T17:25:20.662-08:00"Ulysses! (with a sigh she thus began;)O spru..."Ulysses! (with a sigh she thus began;)<br>O sprung from gods! in wisdom more than man!<br>Is then thy home the passion of thy heart?<br>Thus wilt thou leave me, are we thus to part?<br>Farewell! and ever joyful mayst thou be,<br>Nor break the transport with one thought of me.<br>But ah, Ulysses! wert thou given to know<br>What Fate yet dooms these still to undergo,<br>Thy heart might settle in this scene of ease.<br>And e'en these slighted charms might learn to please.<br>A willing goddess, and immortal life.<br>Might banish from thy mind an absent wife.<br>Am I inferior to a mortal dame?<br>Less soft my feature less august my frame?<br>Or shall the daughters of mankind compare<br>Their earth born beauties with the heavenly fair?"<br><br>"Alas! for this (the prudent man replies)<br>Against Ulysses shall thy anger rise?<br>Loved and adored, O goddess as thou art,<br>Forgive the weakness of a human heart.<br>Though well I see thy graces far above<br>The dear, though mortal, object of my love,<br>Of youth eternal well the difference know,<br>And the short date of fading charms below;<br>Yet every day, while absent thus I roam,<br>I languish to return and die at home.<br>Whate'er the gods shall destine me to bear;<br>In the black ocean or the watery war,<br>'Tis mine to master with a constant mind;<br>Inured to perils, to the worst resign'd,<br>By seas, by wars, so many dangers run;<br>Still I can suffer; their high will he done!"<br><br>Thus while he spoke, the beamy sun descends,<br>And rising night her friendly shade extends,<br>To the close grot the lonely pair remove,<br>And slept delighted with the gifts of love.<br>When rose morning call'd them from their rest,<br>Ulysses robed him in the cloak and vest.<br>The nymph's fair head a veil transparent graced,<br>Her swelling loins a radiant zone embraced<br>With flowers of gold; an under robe, unbound,<br>In snowy waves flow'd glittering on the ground.<br>Forth issuing thus, she gave him first to wield<br>A weighty axe with truest temper steeled,<br>And double-edged; the handle smooth and plain,<br>Wrought of the clouded olive's easy grain;<br>And next, a wedge to drive with sweepy sway<br>Then to the neighboring forest led the way.<br>On the lone island's utmost verge there stood<br>Of poplars, pine, and firs, a lofty wood,<br>Whose leafless summits to the skies aspire,<br>Scorch'd by the sun, or seared by heavenly fire<br>(Already dried). These pointing out to view,<br>The nymph just show'd him, and with tears withdrew.Joe Conservativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02696367580635901992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1164672274814613038.post-76600658705275676272010-11-14T17:32:49.929-08:002010-11-14T17:32:49.929-08:00-Alexander Pope translation of Homer's "O...-Alexander Pope translation of Homer's "Odessey"Joe Conservativehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02696367580635901992noreply@blogger.com