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Alexander Pope (1688–1744).  Complete Poetical Works.  1903.
 
Translations from Homer
The Odyssey (partial)
Book VII. The Court of Alcinoüs
 
        
The Argument
  The princess Nausicaa returns to the city, and Ulysses soon after follows thither. He is met by Pallas in the form of a young virgin, who guides him to the palace, and directs him in what manner to address the queen Aretè. She then involves him in a mist, which causes him to pass invisible. The palace and gardens of Alcinoüs described. Ulysses falling at the feet of the Queen, the mist disperses, the Phæacians admire, and receive him with respect. The Queen inquiring by what means he had the garments he then wore, he relates to her and Alcinoüs his departure from Calypso, and his arrival on their dominions.
  The same day continues, and the book ends with the night.

THE PATIENT heav’nly man thus suppliant pray’d;
While the slow mules draw on th’ imperial maid:
Thro’ the proud street she moves, the public gaze;
The turning wheel before the palace stays.
With ready love her brothers gath’ring round,        5
Receiv’d the vestures, and the mules unbound.
She seeks the bridal bower: a matron there
The rising fire supplies with busy care,
Whose charms in youth her father’s heart inflamed,
Now worn with age, Eurymedusa named:        10
The captive dame Phæacian rovers bore,
Snatch’d from Epirus, her sweet native shore
(A grateful prize), and in her bloom bestow’d
On good Alcinoüs, honour’d as a God;
Nurse of Nausicaa from her infant years,        15
And tender second to a mother’s cares.
  Now from the sacred thicket, where he lay,
To town Ulysses took the winding way.
Propitious Pallas, to secure her care,
Around him spread a veil of thicken’d air;        20
To shun th’ encounter of the vulgar crowd,
Insulting still, inquisitive and loud.
When near the famed Phæacian walls he drew,
The beauteous city opening to his view,
His step a virgin met, and stood before:        25
A polish’d urn the seeming virgin bore,
And youthful smil’d; but in the low disguise
Lay hid the Goddess with the Azure Eyes.
  ‘Show me, fair daughter’ (thus the Chief demands),
‘The house of him who rules these happy lands;        30
Thro’ many woes and wand’rings, lo! I come
To good Alcinoüs’ hospitable dome.
Far from my native coast, I rove alone,
A wretched stranger, and of all unknown!’
  The Goddess answer’d: ‘Father, I obey,        35
And point the wand’ring traveller his way:
Well known to me the palace you inquire,
For fast beside it dwells my honour’d sire:
But silent march, nor greet the common train
With question needless, or inquiry vain:        40
A race of rugged mariners are these:
Unpolish’d men, and boist’rous as their seas:
The native islanders alone their care,
And hateful he who breathes a foreign air.
These did the ruler of the deep ordain        45
To build proud navies, and command the main;
On canvas wings to cut the wat’ry way;
No bird so light, no thought so swift as they.’
  Thus having spoke, th’ unknown Celestial leads:
The footsteps of the deity he treads,        50
And secret moves along the crowded space,
Unseen of all the rude Phæacian race
(So Pallas order’d. Pallas to their eyes
The mist objected, and condens’d the skies).
The Chief with wonder sees th’ extended streets,        55
The spreading harbours, and the riding fleets;
He next their Princes’ lofty domes admires,
In sep’rate islands, crown’d with rising spires;
And deep intrenchments, and high walls of stone,
That gird the city like a marble zone.        60
At length the kingly palace gates he view’d;
There stopp’d the Goddess, and her speech renew’d.
  ‘My task is done; the mansion you inquire
Appears before you: enter, and admire.
High-throned, and feasting, there thou shalt behold        65
The sceptred rulers. Fear not, but be bold:
A decent boldness ever meets with friends,
Succeeds, and ev’n a stranger recommends.
First to the Queen prefer a suppliant’s claim,
Alcinoüs’ Queen, Aretè is her name,        70
The same her parents, and her power the same.
For know, from Ocean’s God Nausithoüs sprung,
And Peribœa, beautiful and young;
(Eurymedon’s last hope, who ruled of old
The race of giants, impious, proud, and bold;        75
Perish’d the nation in unrighteous war,
Perish’d the Prince, and left this only heir);
Who now, by Neptune’s am’rous power compress’d,
Produced a Monarch that his people bless’d,
Father and Prince of the Phæacian name;        80
From him Rhexenor and Alcinoüs came.
The first by Phœbus’ burning arrows fired,
New from his nuptials, hapless youth! expired.
No son survived: Aretè heir’d his state,
And her Alcinoüs chose his royal mate.        85
With honours yet to womankind unknown
This Queen he graces, and divides the throne;
In equal tenderness her sons conspire,
And all the children emulate their sire.
When thro’ the street she gracious deigns to move        90
(The public wonder and the public love),
The tongues of all with transport sound her praise,
The eyes of all, as on a Goddess, gaze.
She feels the triumph of a gen’rous breast;
To heal divisions, to relieve th’ oppress’d;        95
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless’d.
Go then secure, thy humble suit prefer,
And owe thy country and thy friends to her.’
  With that the Goddess deign’d no longer stay,
But o’er the world of waters wing’d her way:        100
Forsaking Scheria’s ever-pleasing shore,
The winds to Marathon the virgin bore:
Thence, where proud Athens rears her tow’ry head,
With opening streets and shining structures spread,
She pass’d, delighted with the well-known seats;        105
And to Erectheus’ sacred dome retreats.
  Meanwhile Ulysses at the palace waits,
There stops, and anxious with his soul debates,
Fix’d in amaze before the royal gates.
The front appear’d with radiant splendours gay,        110
Bright as the lamp of night, or orb of day.
The walls were massy brass: the cornice high
Blue metals crown’d in colours of the sky;
Rich plates of gold the folding doors incase;
The pillars silver, on a brazen base;        115
Silver the lintels deep-projecting o’er,
And gold the ringlets that command the door.
Two rows of stately dogs on either hand,
In sculptured gold and labour’d silver stand.
These Vulcan form’d with art divine, to wait        120
Immortal guardians at Alcinoüs’ gate;
Alive each animated frame appears,
And still to live beyond the power of years.
Fair thrones within from space to space were rais’d,
Where various carpets with embroid’ry blazed,        125
The work of matrons: these the Princes press’d,
Day foll’wing day, a long continued feast.
Refulgent pedestals the walls surround,
Which boys of gold with flaming torches crown’d;
The polish’d ore, reflecting every ray,        130
Blazed on the banquets with a double day.
Full fifty handmaids form’d the household train;
Some turn the mill, or sift the golden grain;
Some ply the loom; their busy fingers move
Like poplar-leaves when Zephyr fans the grove.        135
Not more renown’d the men of Scheria’s isle,
For sailing arts and all the naval toil,
Than works of female skill their women’s pride,
The flying shuttle thro’ the threads to guide:
Pallas to these her double gifts imparts,        140
Inventive genius, and industrious arts.
  Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms defended and inclement skies.
Four acres was th’ allotted space of ground,
Fenc’d with a green enclosure all around.        145
Tall thriving trees confess’d the fruitful mould;
The redd’ning apple ripens here to gold.
Here the blue fig with luscious juice o’er-flows,
With deeper red the full pomegranate glows;
The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,        150
And verdant olives flourish round the year.
The balmy spirit of the western gale
Eternal breathes on fruits, untaught to fail;
Each dropping pear a foll’wing pear supplies,
On apples apples, figs on figs arise:        155
The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,
The buds to harden, and the fruits to grow.
  Here order’d vines in equal ranks appear,
With all th’ united labours of the year;
Some to unload the fertile branches run,        160
Some dry the black’ning clusters in the sun;
Others to tread the liquid harvest join,
The groaning presses foam with floods of wine,
Here are the vines in early flower descried,
Here grapes discolour’d on the sunny side,        165
And there in Autumn’s richest purple dyed.
  Beds of all various herbs, for ever green,
In beauteous order terminate the scene.
  Two plenteous fountains the whole prospect crown’d:
This thro’ the gardens leads its streams around,        170
Visits each plant, and waters all the ground;
While that in pipes beneath the palace flows,
And thence its current on the town bestows:
To various use their various streams they bring,
The people one, and one supplies the King.        175
  Such were the glories which the Gods ordain’d,
To grace Alcinoüs, and his happy land.
Ev’n from the Chief whom men and nations knew,
Th’ unwonted scene surprise and rapture drew;
In pleasing thought he ran the prospect o’er,        180
Then hasty enter’d at the lofty door.
Night now approaching, in the palace stand,
With goblets crown’d, the rulers of the land;
Prepared for rest, and off’ring to the God
Who bears the virtue of the sleepy rod.        185
Unseen he glided thro’ the joyous crowd,
With darkness circled, and an ambient cloud,
Direct to great Alcinoüs’ throne he came,
And prostrate fell before th’ imperial dame.
Then from around him dropp’d the veil of night;        190
Sudden he shines, and manifest to sight.
The nobles gaze, with awful fear oppress’d;
Silent they gaze, and eye the godlike guest.
  ‘Daughter of great Rhexenor!’ (thus began,
Low at her knees, the much-enduring man),        195
‘To thee, thy consort, and this royal train,
To all that share the blessings of your reign,
A suppliant bends: oh pity human woe!
’T is what the happy to th’ unhappy owe.
A wretched exile to his country send,        200
Long worn with griefs, and long without a friend.
So may the Gods your better days increase,
And all your joys descend on all your race:
So reign for ever on your country’s breast,
Your people blessing, by your people bless’d!’        205
  Then to the genial hearth he bow’d his face,
And humbled in the ashes took his place.
Silence ensued. The eldest first began,
Echeneus sage, a venerable man!
Whose well-taught mind the present age surpass’d,        210
And join’d to that th’ experience of the last.
Fit words attended on his weighty sense,
And mild persuasion flow’d in eloquence.
  ‘Oh sight’ (he cried) ‘dishonest and unjust!
A guest, a stranger, seated in the dust!        215
To raise the lowly suppliant from the ground
Befits a Monarch. Lo! the peers around
But wait thy word, the gentle guest to grace,
And seat him fair in some distinguish’d place.
Let first the herald due libation pay        220
To Jove, who guides the wand’rer on his way;
Then set the genial banquet in his view,
And give the stranger-guest a stranger’s due.’
  His sage advice the list’ning King obeys;
He stretch’d his hand the prudent Chief to raise,        225
And from his seat Laodamas remov’d
(The Monarch’s offspring, and his best-belov’d);
There next his side the godlike Hero sate;
With stars of silver shone the bed of state.
The golden ewer a beauteous handmaid brings,        230
Replenish’d from the cool translucent springs,
Whose polish’d vase with copious streams supplies
A silver laver of capacious size.
The table next in regal order spread,
The glitt’ring canisters are heap’d with bread:        235
Viands of various kinds invite the taste,
Of choicest sort and savour, rich repast!
Thus feasting high, Alcinoüs gave the sign,
And bade the Herald pour the rosy wine.
‘Let all around the due libation pay        240
To Jove, who guides the wand’rer on his way.’
  He said. Pontonoüs heard the King’s command;
The circling goblet moves from hand to hand;
Each drinks the juice that glads the heart of man.
Alcinoüs then, with aspect mild, began:        245
  ‘Princes and Peers, attend; while we impart
To you the thoughts of no inhuman heart.
Now pleas’d and satiate from the social rite
Repair we to the blessings of the night;
But with the rising day, assembled here,        250
Let all the elders of the land appear,
Pious observe our hospitable laws,
And Heav’n propitiate in the stranger’s cause;
Then join’d in council, proper means explore
Safe to transport him to the wished-for shore        255
(How distant that, imports not us to know,
Nor weigh the labour, but relieve the woe).
Meantime, nor harm nor anguish let him bear:
This interval, Heav’n trusts him to our care;
But to his native land our charge resign’d,        260
Heav’n’s is his life to come, and all the woes behind.
Then must he suffer what the Fates ordain;
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain!
And twins ev’n from the birth are Misery and Man!
But if, descended from th’ Olympian bower,        265
Gracious approach us some immortal Power;
If in that form thou com’st a guest divine;
Some high event the conscious Gods design.
As yet, unbid they never graced our feast,
The solemn sacrifice call’d down the guest;        270
Then manifest of Heav’n the vision stood,
And to our eyes familiar was the God.
Oft with some favour’d traveller they stray,
And shine before him all the desert way;
With social intercourse, and face to face,        275
The friends and guardians of our pious race.
So near approach we their celestial kind,
By justice, truth, and probity of mind;
As our dire neighbours of Cyclopean birth
Match in fierce wrong the giant-sons of earth.’        280
  ‘Let no such thought’ (with modest grace rejoin’d
The prudent Greek) ‘possess the royal mind.
Alas! a mortal, like thyself, am I;
No glorious native of yon azure sky:
In form, ah how unlike their heav’nly kind!        285
How more inferior in the gifts of mind!
Alas, a mortal! most oppress’d of those
Whom Fate has loaded with a weight of woes;
By a sad train of miseries alone
Distinguish’d long, and second now to none!        290
By Heav’n’s high will compell’d from shore to shore,
With Heav’n’s high will prepared to suffer more.
What histories of toil could I declare!
But still long-wearied nature wants repair;
Spent with fatigue, and shrunk with pining fast,        295
My craving bowels still require repast.
Howe’er the noble, suff’ring mind may grieve
Its load of anguish, and disdain to live,
Necessity demands our daily bread;
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.        300
But finish, O ye Peers! what you propose,
And let the morrow’s dawn conclude my woes.
Pleas’d will I suffer all the Gods ordain,
To see my soil, my son, my friends again.
That view vouchsafed, let instant death surprise        305
With ever-during shade these happy eyes!’
  Th’ assembled Peers with gen’ral praise approv’d
His pleaded reason, and the suit he mov’d.
Each drinks a full oblivion of his cares,
And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs.        310
Ulysses in the regal walls alone
Remain’d: beside him, on a splendid throne
Divine Aretè and Alcinoüs shone.
The Queen, on nearer view, the guest survey’d,
Robed in the garments her own hands had made,        315
Not without wonder seen. Then thus began,
Her words addressing to the godlike man:
  ‘Camest thou not hither, wondrous stranger! say,
From lands remote, and o’er a length of sea?
Tell then whence art thou? whence that princely air?        320
And robes like these, so recent and so fair?’
  ‘Hard is the task, O Princess! you impose’
(Thus sighing spoke the man of many woes),
‘The long, the mournful series to relate
Of all my sorrows sent by Heav’n and Fate!        325
Yet what you ask, attend. An island lies
Beyond these tracts, and under other skies,
Ogygia named, in Ocean’s wat’ry arms;
Where dwells Calypso, dreadful in her charms!
Remote from Gods or men she holds her reign,        330
Amid the terrors of the rolling main.
Me, only me, the hand of Fortune bore,
Unblest! to tread that interdicted shore:
When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
Launch’d his red lightning at our scatter’d ships,        335
Then, all my fleet, and all my foll’wers lost,
Sole on a plank, on boiling surges toss’d,
Heav’n drove my wreck th’ Ogygian isle to find,
Full nine days floating to the wave and wind.
Met by the Goddess there with open arms,        340
She bribed my stay with more than human charms;
Nay, promis’d, vainly promis’d, to bestow
Immortal life, exempt from age and woe;
But all her blandishments successless prove,
To banish from my breast my country’s love.        345
I stay reluctant sev’n continued years,
And water her ambrosial couch with tears;
The eighth she voluntary moves to part,
Or urged by Jove, or her own changeful heart.
A raft was form’d to cross the surging sea;        350
Herself supplied the stores and rich array,
And gave the gales to waft me on the way.
In sev’nteen days appear’d your pleasing coast,
And woody mountains half in vapours lost.
Joy touch’d my soul: my soul was joy’d in vain,        355
For angry Neptune rous’d the raging main;
The wild winds whistle, and the billows roar;
The splitting raft the furious tempest tore;
And storms vindictive intercept the shore.
Soon as their rage subsides, the seas I brave        360
With naked force, and shoot along the wave,
To reach this isle; but there my hopes were lost;
The surge impell’d me on a craggy coast.
I chose the safer sea, and chanced to find
A river’s mouth impervious to the wind,        365
And clear of rocks. I fainted by the flood;
Then took the shelter of the neighb’ring wood.
’T was night, and cover’d in the foliage deep,
Jove plunged my senses in the death of sleep.
All night I slept, oblivious of my pain:        370
Aurora dawn’d, and Phœbus shined in vain,
Nor, till oblique he sloped his ev’ning ray,
Had Somnus dried the balmy dews away.
Then female voices from the shore I heard:
A maid amidst them, goddess-like, appear’d;        375
To her I sued, she pitied my distress;
Like thee in beauty, nor in virtue less.
Who from such youth could hope consid’rate care?
In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!
She gave me life, reliev’d with just supplies        380
My wants, and lent these robes that strike your eyes.
This is the truth: and oh, ye Powers on high!
Forbid that want should sink me to a lie.’
  To this the King: ‘Our daughter but express’d
Her cares imperfect to her godlike guest.        385
Suppliant to her since first he chose to pray,
Why not herself did she conduct the way,
And with her handmaids to our court convey?’
  ‘Hero and King’ (Ulysses thus replied),
‘Nor blame her faultless, nor suspect of pride:        390
She bade me follow in th’ attendant train;
But fear and rev’rence did my steps detain,
Lest rash suspicion might alarm thy mind:
Man ’s of a jealous and mistaking kind.’
  ‘Far from my soul’ (he cried) ‘the Gods efface        395
All wrath ill-grounded, and suspicion base!
Whate’er is honest, stranger, I approve,
And would to Phœbus, Pallas, and to Jove,
Such as thou art, thy thought and mine were one,
Nor thou unwilling to be call’d my son.        400
In such alliance could’st thou wish to join,
A palace stor’d with treasures should be thine.
But if reluctant, who shall force thy stay?
Jove bids to set the stranger on his way,
And ships shall wait thee with the morning ray.        405
Till then, let slumber cross thy careful eyes;
The wakeful mariners shall watch the skies,
And seize the moment when the breezes rise,
Then gently waft thee to the pleasing shore,
Where thy soul rests, and labour is no more.        410
Far as Eubœa tho’ thy country lay,
Our ships with ease transport thee in a day.
Thither of old, earth’s giant son to view,
On wings of winds with Rhadamanth they flew;
This land, from whence their morning course begun,        415
Saw them returning with the setting sun.
Your eyes shall witness and confirm my tale,
Our youth how dext’rous and how fleet our sail,
When justly timed with equal sweep they row,
And ocean whitens in long tracks below.’        420
  Thus he. No word the experienc’d man replies,
But thus to Heav’n (and Heav’nward lifts his eyes):
‘O Jove! O Father! what the King accords
Do thou make perfect! sacred be his words!
Wide o’er the world Alcinoüs’ glory shine!        425
Let fame be his, and ah! my country mine!’
  Meantime Aretè, for the hour of rest,
Ordains the fleecy couch, and cov’ring vest;
Bids her fair train the purple quilts prepare,
And the thick carpets spread with busy care.        430
With torches blazing in their hands they pass’d,
And finish’d all their Queen’s command with haste:
Then gave the signal to the willing guest:
He rose with pleasure, and retired to rest.
There soft-extended, to the murm’ring sound        435
Of the high porch, Ulysses sleeps profound!
Within, releas’d from cares Alcinoüs lies;
And fast beside were closed Aretè’s eyes.
 
 
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