The Odyssey of Homer


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And a dead silence still'd the watery world;  
When lifted on a ridgy wave he spies  
The land at distance, and with sharpen'd eyes.  
As pious children joy with vast delight  
When a loved sire revives before their sight  
(Who, lingering along, has call'd on death in vain,  
Fix'd by some demon to his bed of pain,  
Till heaven by miracle his life restore);  
So joys Ulysses at the appearing shore;  
And sees (and labours onward as he sees)  
The rising forests, and the tufted trees.  
And now, as near approaching as the sound  
Of human voice the listening ear may wound,  
Amidst the rocks he heard a hollow roar  
Of murmuring surges breaking on the shore;  
Nor peaceful port was there, nor winding bay,  
To shield the vessel from the rolling sea,  
But cliffs and shaggy shores, a dreadful sight!  
All rough with rocks, with foamy billows white.  
Fear seized his slacken'd limbs and beating heart,  
As thus he communed with his soul apart;  
"Ah me! when, o'er a length of waters toss'd,  
These eyes at last behold the unhoped-for coast,  
No port receives me from the angry main,  
But the loud deeps demand me back again.  
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