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FIFTH BOOK OF HOMER'S ODYSSEY.
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And slew him in Ortygia. Thus, again,When bright-haired Ceres, swayed by her own heart,In fields which bore three yearly harvests, metIasion as a lover, this was knownEre long to Jupiter, who flung from highA flaming thunderbolt, and laid him dead.And now ye envy me, that with me dwellsA mortal man. I saved him, as he clung,Alone, upon his floating keel, for JoveHad cloven, with a bolt of fire, from heaven,His galley in the midst of the black sea,And all his gallant comrades perished there.Him kindly I received; I cherished him,And promised him a life that ne'er should knowDecay or death. But, since no god has powerTo elude or to withstand the purposesOf ægis-bearing Jove, let him depart,If so the sovereign moves him and commands,Over the barren deep. I send him not;For neither ship arrayed with oars have I,
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