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HOMER's ODYSSES.
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(With brutal force he seiz'd my Trojan prey,Due to the toils of many a bloody day.)Unseen I 'scap'd; and, favour'd by the night,In a Phænician vessel took my flight;For Pyle or Elis bound; but tempests tost,And raging billows drove us on your coast:In dead of night an unknown port we gain'd,Spent with fatigue, and slept secure on land;But 'ere the rosy morn renew'd the day,While in th' embrace of pleasing sleep I lay,Sudden, invited by auspicious gales,They land my goods, and hoist their flying sails,Abandon'd here, my fortune I deplore,A hapless exile on a foreign shore.Thus while he spoke, the blue-ey'd maid began.With pleasing smiles to view the godlike man;Then chang'd her form, and now divinely brightJove's heav'nly daughter stood confess'd to sight,Like a fair virgin in her beauty's bloom,Skill'd in th'illustrious labours of the loom.

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