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A skin of dark red wine she put on board,A larger one of water, and for foodA basket, stored with viands such as pleaseThe appetite. A friendly wind and softShe sent before. The great Ulysses spreadHis canvas joyfully, to catch the breeze,And sat and guided with nice care the helm,Gazing with fixed eye on the Pleiades,Boötes setting late, and the Great Bear,By others called the Wain, which, wheeling round,Looks ever toward Orion, and aloneDips not into the waters of the deep.For so Calypso, glorious goddess, badeThat, on his ocean journey, he should keepThat constellation ever on his left.Now seventeen days were in the voyage past,And on the eighteenth shadowy heights appeared,The nearest point of the Pheacian land,Lying on the dark ocean like a shield.
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