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Nor seamen, o'er the boundless waste of wavesTo bear him hence. My counsel I will give,And nothing will I hide that he should know,To place him safely on his native shore." The herald Argos-queller answered her:"Dismiss him thus, and bear in mind the wrathOf Jove, lest it be kindled against thee." Thus having said, the mighty ArgicideDeparted, and the nymph, who now had heardThe doom of Jove, sought the great-hearted man,Ulysses. Him she found beside the deep,Seated alone, with eyes from which the tearsWere never dried, for now no more the nymphDelighted him; he wasted his sweet lifeIn yearning for his home. Night after nightHe slept constrained within the hollow cave,The unwilling by the fond, and, day by day,He sat upon the rocks that edged the shore,And in continual weeping and in sighs
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