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Even then beneath the weltering waters bear
The staggering ship—they suddenly appear,
On yellow wings rushing athwart the sky;
And lull the blasts in mute tranquillity;
And strew the waves on the white ocean's bed,
Fair omen of the voyage. From toil and dread
The sailors rest, rejoicing in the sight,
And plough the quiet sea in safe delight.


I SING the glorious Power with azure eyes, Athenian Pallas, tameless, chaste, and wise, Tritogenia, town-preserving"maid, Revered and mighty; from his awful head Whom Jove brought forth, in warlike armour dressed, Golden, all radiant. Wonder strange possessed The everlasting Gods that shape to see, Shaking a javelin keen, impetuously Rush from the crest of tegis-bearing Jove. Fearfully heaven was shaken, and did move Beneath the might of the cerulean-eyed; Earth dreadfully resounded, far and wide: And, lifted from his depths, the sea swelled high In purple billows; the tide suddenly Stood still; and great Hyperion's Son long time Checked his swift steeds: till, where she stood sublime, Pallas from her immortal shoulders threw The arms divine. Wise Jove rejoiced to view. Child of the /Egis-bearer, hail to thee! Nor thine nor others praise shall unremembered be.


Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more
To the bright Sun thy hymn of music pour,
Whom to the Child of star-clad Heaven and Earth
Euryphaessa, large-eyed Nymph, brought forth, —
Euryphaessa, the famed sister fair

Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear
A race of loveliest children; the young Morn,
Whose arms are like twin roses newly born,
The fair-haired Moon, and the immortal Sun,
Who, borne by heavenly steeds, his race doth run
Unconquerably, illuming the abodes
Of mortal men and the eternal Gods.
Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring eyes
Beneath his golden helmet, whence arise
And are shot forth afar clear beams of light.
His countenance, with radiant glory bright,
Beneath his graceful locks far shines around;
And the light vest with which his limbs are bound,
Of woof ctherial delicately twined,
Glows in the stream of the uplifting wind.
His rapid steeds soon bear him to the west,
Where their steep flight his hands divine arrest,
And the fleet car with yoke of gold, which he
Sends from bright heaven beneath the shadowy sea.


Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody,

Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy!

Sing the wide-winged Moon. Around the earth,

From her immortal head in heaven shot forth,

Far light is scattered—boundless glory springs;

Where'er she spreads her many-beaming wings,

The lampless air glows round her golden crown.

But, when the Moon divine from heaven is gone

Under the sea, her beams within abide;

Till, bathing her bright limbs in ocean's tide,

Clothing her form in garments glittering far,

And having yoked to her immortal car

The beam-invested steeds whose necks on high

Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky

A western crescent, borne impetuously.

Then is made full the circle of her light;

And, as she grows, her beams more bright and bright

Are poured from heaven where she is hovering then,

A wonder and a sign to mortal men.

The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power
Mingled in love and sleep—to whom she bore
Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods whose lives eternal are.

Hail, Queen, great Moon, white-armed Divinity,
Fair-haired and favourable! Thus with thee
My song beginning, by its music sweet,
Shall make immortal many a glorious feat
Of Demigods,—with lovely lips, so well
Which minstrels, servants of the Muses, tell.

O Universal Mother, who dost keep
From everlasting thy foundations deep,
Eldest of things, great Earth, I sing of thee!
Al l shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,
All things that fly, or on the ground divine
Live, move, and there are nourished—these are thine;
These from thy wealth thou dost sustain; from thee
Fair babes arc bom, and fruits on every tree
Hang ripe and large, revered Divinity!
The life of mortal men beneath thy sway
Is held; thy power both gives and takes away.
Happy are they whom thy mild favours nourish;
All things unstinted round them grow and flourish.
For them endures the life-sustaining field
Its load of harvest, and their cattle yield
Large increase, and their house with wealth is filled.
Such honoured dwell in cities fair and free,
The homes of lovely women, prosperously.
Their sons exult in youth's new-budding gladness;
And their fresh daughters, free from care or sadness,
With bloom-inwoven dance and happy song,
On the soft flowers the meadow-grass among,
Leap round them sporting. Such delights by thee
Are given, rich Power, revered Divinity.—-

Mother of Gods, thou wife of starry I leaven,
Farewell! Be thou propitious, and be given
A happy life for this brief melody!
Nor thou nor other songs shall unremembered be.



Silenus. I Ulysses.

Chorus Op Satyrs. | The Cyclops.

Silenus. O Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now
And ere these limbs were overworn with age,
Have I endured for thee! First, when thou fledst
The mountain nymphs who nursed thee, driven afar
By the strange madness Juno sent upon thee;
Then in the battle of the Sons of Earth,
When I stood foot by foot close to thy side,
No unpropitious fellow combatant,
And, driving through his shield my winged spear,
Slew vast Enceladus. Consider now,
Is it a dream of which I speak to thee?
By Jove it is not, for you have the trophies!
And now I suffer more than all before.
For, when I heard that Juno had devised
A tedious voyage for you, I put to sea
With all my children quaint in search of you,
And I myself stood on the beaked prow,
And fixed the naked mast; and all my boys,
Leaning upon their oars, with splash and strain
Made white with foam the green and purple sea,—
And so we sought you, king. We were sailing
Near Malea, when an eastern wind arose,
And drove us to this wild vEtnean rock.
The one-eyed children of the Ocean God,
The man-destroying Cyclopses, inhabit,
On this wild shore, their solitary caves;
And one of these, named Polypheme, has caught us
To be his slaves; and so, for all delight
Of Bacchic sports, sweet dance and melody,
We keep this lawless giant's wandering flocks.
My soiis indeed, on far declivities,

Young things themselves, tend on the youngling sheep;
But I remain to fill the water casks,
Or sweeping the hard floor, or ministering
Some impious and abominable meal
To the fell Cyclops. I am wearied of it!

And now I must scrape up the littered floor
With this great iron rake, so to receive
My absent master and his evening sheep
In a cave neat and clean. Even now I see
My children tending the flocks hitherward.
Ha! what is this? are your Sicinnian measures
Even now the same as when with dance and song
You brought young Bacchus to Athaea's halls?

Chorus Of Satyrs.
Where has he of race divine

Wandered in the winding rocks?
Here the air is calm and fine

For the father of the flocks;
Here the grass is soft and sweet,
And the river eddies meet
In the trough beside the cave,
Bright as in their fountain wave.—
Neither here, nor on the dew

Of the lawny uplands feeding? . . .
Oh! you come!—a stone at you

Will I throw to mend your breeding ;—
Get along, you horned thing,
Wild, seditious, rambling!

An Iacchic melody

To the golden Aphrodite
Will I lift, as erst did I

Seeking her and her delight
With the Maenads, whose white feet
To the music glance and fleet.
Bacchus, O beloved, where,
Shaking wide thy yellow hair,
Wanderest thou alone, afar?

To the one-eyed Cyclops we,
Who by right thy servants are,

Minister in misery,
In these wretched goatskins clad,

Far from thy delights and thee.
SiUnus. Be silent, sons! command the slaves to drive
The gathered flocks into the rock-roofed cave.

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