Alexander Pope

στῆ δὲ πρόσθʼ αὐτοῦ, ὁ δʼ ἀνείρετο δῖος Ὀδυσσεύς·

“Show me, fair daughter (thus the chief demands), The house of him who rules these happy lands Through many woes and

υἱέες Αὐτολύκου· μετὰ τοῖσι δὲ δῖος Ὀδυσσεὺς

copse, the growth of ages, stood; Nor winter’s boreal blast, nor thunderous shower, Nor solar ray, could pierce the shady bower.

αὐτὰρ ὁ ἐν μεγάρῳ ὑπελείπετο δῖος Ὀδυσσεύς,

shrunk with pining fast, My craving bowels still require repast. Howe’er the noble, suffering mind may grieve Its load of anguish,

τὸν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα·

sounds each latent warrior warm’d, But most Tydides’ and my heart alarm’d: To quit the steed we both impatient press Threatening

τὸν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα·

in the court reside, ’Midst the swell’d insolence of lust and pride? E’en I unsafe: the queen in doubt to wed, Or pay due

τὴν δʼ αὖ Τηλέμαχος πεπνυμένος ἀντίον ηὔδα·

sorrows pass’d, Long labouring gains his natal shore at last; Than who, too speedy, hastes to end his life By some stern ruffian, or adulterous

ἤϊεν ἐς κλισίην· θάμβησε δέ μιν φίλος υἱός,

eyes upsprung the warrior-maid. The hero reascends: the prince o’erawed Scarce lifts his eyes, and bows as

ἔνθα καθέζετʼ ἔπειτα Ὀδυσσῆος φίλος υἱός.

me, this house shall find an humbler place: To usurp the honours due to silver hairs And reverend strangers modest youth

δός, φίλος· οὐ μέν μοι δοκέεις ὁ κάκιστος Ἀχαιῶν

Telemachus! this lofty strain? (Antinous cries with insolent disdain): Portions like mine if every suitor gave, Our walls this twelvemonth should not see the slave.” He spoke,

κρητῆρσιν κερόωντο· κύπελλα δὲ νεῖμε συβώτης.

nerves, with new-born vigour strung, In that blest cause should emulate the young.” Assents Eumaeus to the prayer address’d; And

τοῖσιν δʼ αὖ κρειῶν πίνακας παρέθηκε συβώτης

honours due to silver hairs And reverend strangers modest youth forbears.” Instant the swain the spoils of beasts supplies,

αἶψα δέ μιν διέχευαν· ὁ δʼ ὠμοθετεῖτο συβώτης,

tables they dispose. A priest himself the blameless rustic rose; Expert the destined victim to dispart

καὶ Πατροκλῆος καὶ ἀμύμονος Ἀντιλόχοιο

in arms. “Through the thick gloom his friend Achilles knew, And as he speaks the tears descend in dew. “‘Comest

ὠτειλὴν δʼ Ὀδυσῆος ἀμύμονος ἀντιθέοιο

Confirm’d the cure; and from the Delphic dome With added gifts return’d him glorious home. He safe at Ithaca with joy received, Relates the

ἣ φάτο Σαλμωνῆος ἀμύμονος ἔκγονος εἶναι,

liquid mountain rose; Thus in surrounding floods conceal’d, he proves The pleasing transport, and completes his