The Odyssey of Homer


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Forth from her snowy hand Nausicaa threw  
The various ball; the ball erroneous flew  
And swam the stream; loud shrieks the virgin train,  
And the loud shriek redoubles from the main.  
Waked by the shrilling sound, Ulysses rose,  
And, to the deaf woods wailing, breathed his woes:  
"Ah me! on what inhospitable coast,  
On what new region is Ulysses toss'd;  
Possess'd by wild barbarians fierce in arms;  
Or men, whose bosom tender pity warms?  
What sounds are these that gather from he shores?  
The voice of nymphs that haunt the sylvan bowers,  
The fair-hair'd Dryads of the shady wood;  
Or azure daughters of the silver flood;  
Or human voice? but issuing from the shades,  
Why cease I straight to learn what sound invades?"  
Then, where the grove with leaves umbrageous bends,  
With forceful strength a branch the hero rends;  
Around his loins the verdant cincture spreads  
A wreathy foliage and concealing shades.  
As when a lion in the midnight hours,  
Beat by rude blasts, and wet with wintry showers,  
Descends terrific from the mountains brow;  
With living flames his rolling eye balls glow;  
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