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FIFTH BOOK OF HOMER'S ODYSSEY.
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Came to his ear, for there huge breakers roaredAnd spouted fearfully, and all aroundWas covered with the sea-foam, Haven hereWas none for ships, nor sheltering creek, but shoresBeetling from high, and crags and walls of rock.Ulysses trembled both in knees and heart,And thus, to his great soul, lamenting, said: "Now woe is met as soon as Jove has shownWhat I had little hoped to see, the land,And I through all these waves have ploughed my way,I find no issue from the hoary deep.For sharp rocks border it, and all aroundRoar the wild surges; slippery cliffs ariseClose to deep gulfs, and footing there is none,Where I might plant my steps and thus escape.All effort now were fruitless to resistThe mighty billow hurrying me awayTo dash me on the pointed rocks. If yet
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