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Where down they sat, the Goddess in the stern, And at her side Telemachus. The crew Cast loose the hawsers, and embarking, filld The benches. Blue-eyed Pallas from the West Calld forth propitious breezes; fresh they curled The sable Deep, and, sounding, swept the waves. He loud-exhorting them, his people bade Hand, brisk, the tackle; they, obedient, reared The pine-tree mast, which in its socket deep They lodgd, then straind the cordage, and with thongs Well- twisted, drew the shining sail aloft. A land-breeze filld the canvas, and the flood Roard as she went against the steady bark That ran with even course her liquid way. The rigging, thus, of all the galley set, Their beakers crowning high with wine, they haild The ever-living Gods, but above all Minerva, daughter azure- eyed of Jove. Thus, all night long the galley, and till dawn Had brightend into day, cleaved swift the flood. |
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