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But, He who dwells above, Jove only knows If some disastrous day be not ordaind For them, or ere those nuptials shall arrive. Messenger of Apollo, on full wing, A falcon; in his pounces clenchd he bore A dove, which rending, down he pourd her plumes Between the galley and Telemachus. Then, calling him apart, the prophet lockd His hand in his, and thus explaind the sign. On our right hand, Telemachus! this hawk Hath wingd propitious; soon as I perceived I knew him ominousIn all the isle No family of a more royal note Than yours is found, and yours shall still prevail. Grant heavn, my guest! that this good word of thine Fail not, and soon thou shalt such bounty share And friendship at my hands, that, at first sight, Whoeer shall meet thee shall pronounce thee blest. Piræus, son of Clytius! (for of all My followers to the shore of Pylus, none More prompt than thou hath my desires performd) Now also to thy own abode conduct This stranger, whom with hospitable care Cherish and honour till myself arrive. Telemachus! however long thy stay, Punctual I will attend him, and no want Of hospitality shall he find with me. Embarking also, cast the hawsers loose, And each, obedient, to his bench repaird. Meantime Telemachus his sandals bound, And lifted from the deck his glittring spear. Then, as Telemachus had bidden them, Son of divine Ulysses, casting loose The hawsers, forth they pushd into the Deep And sought the city, while with nimble pace Proceeding thence, Telemachus attaind The cottage soon where good Eumæus slept, The swine-herd, faithful to his numrous charge. |
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