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In Bacchus, whom I gave thee of to Placing your mighty sides upon the drink.
ground. Cyclops. What sort of God is Bacchus Cyclops. What do you put the cup then accounted ?
behind me for ? Ulysses. The greatest among men
Silenus. That no one here may for joy of life.
touch it. Cyclops. I gulpt him down with very Cyclops.
Thievish one! great delight.
You want to drink ;-here place it in Ulysses. This is a God who never the midst. injures men.
And thou, O stranger, tell how art thou Cyclops. How does the God like
called ? living in a skin ?
Ulysses. My name is Nobody. What Ulysses. He is content wherever he favour now
Shall I receive to praise you at your Cyclops. Gods should not have their
hands? body in a skin.
Cyclops. I'll seast on you the last of Ulysses. If he gives joy, what is his your companions. skin to you?
Ulysses. You grant your guest a fair Cyclops. I hate the skin, but love reward, O Cyclops. the wine within.
Cyclops. Ha! what is this? Steal. Ulysses. Stay here, now drink, and ing the wine, you rogue! make your spirit glad.
Silenus, It was this stranger kissing Cyclops. Should I not share this me because liquor with my brothers ?
I looked so beautiful. Ulysses. Keep it yourself, and be Cyclops.
You shall repent more honoured so.
For kissing the coy wine that loves you Cyclops. I were more useful, giving
not. to my friends.
Silenus. By Jupiter! you said that Ulysses. But village mirth breeds I am fair. contests, broils, and blows.
Cyclops. Pour out, and only give Cyclops. When I am drunk none me the cup full. shall lay hands on me.
Silenus. How is it mixed ? let me Ulysses. A drunken man is better observe. within doors.
Curse you ! Cyclops. He is a fool, who drinking, Give it me so. loves not mirth.
Silenus. Not till I see you wear Ulysses. But he is wise, who drunk, That coronal, and taste the cup to you. remains at home.
Cyclops. Thou wily traitor! Cyclops. What shall I do, Silenus ? Silenus. But the wine is sweet. Shall I stay?
Ay, you will roar if you are caught in Silenus. Stay--for what need have
drinking you of pot companions ?
Cyclops. See now, my lip is clean Cyclops. Indeed this place is closely and all my beard. carpeted
Silenus. Now put your elbow right With flowers and grass.
and drink again. Silenus. And in the sun - warm As you see me drink
Cyclops. How now? 'Tis sweet to drink. Lie down beside Silenus.
Ye Gods, what me now,
a delicious gulp!
Cyclops. Guest, take it ;—you pour Ulysses. Vulcan, Ætnean king! out the wine for me.
burn out with fire Ulysses. The wine is well accus. The shining eye of this thy neighbourtomed to my hand.
ing monster! Cyclops. Pour out the wine ! And thou, O sleep, nursling of gloomy Ulysses. I pour; only be silent.
night, Cyclops. Silence is a hard task to Descend unmixed on this God-hated him who drinks.
beast, Ulysses. Take it and drink it off ; And suffer not Ulysses and his comrades, leave not a dreg.
Returning from their famous Trojan Oh, that the drinker died with his own toils, draught !
To perish by this man, who cares not Cyclops. Papai! the vine must be a either sapient plant.
For God or mortal ; or I needs must Ulysses. If you drink much after a
think mighty feast,
That Chance is a supreme divinity, Moistening your thirsty maw, you will And things divine are subject to her sleep well ;
power. If you leave aught, Bacchus will dry you
Soon a crab the throat will seize Cyclops. Ho! ho ! I can scarce rise. Of him who feeds upon his guest, What pure delight !
Fire will burn his lamp-like eyes The heavens and earth appear to whirl In revenge of such a feast ! about
A great oak stump now is lying
Come, Maron, come !
Of the Cyclops—that his cup
May be evil !
Oh! I long to dance and revel Cyclops. By Jove you are ; I bore With sweet Bromian, long desired, you off from Dardanus.
In loved ivy wreaths attired ;
Leaving this abandoned homeUlysses and the Chorus
Will the moment ever come ? Ulysses. Come, boys of Bacchus, Ulysses. Be silent, ye wild things ! children of high race,
Nay, hold your peace, This man within is folded up in sleep, And keep your lips quite close ; dare And soon will vomit flesh from his fell
not to breathe, maw;
Or spit, or e'en wink, lest ye wake the The brand under the shed thrusts out
monster, its smoke,
Until his eye be tortured out with fire. No preparation needs, but to burn out Chorus. Nay, we are silent, and we The monster's eye ;—but bear yourselves chaw the air. like men.
Ulysses. Come now, and lend a hand Chorus. We will have courage like to the great stake the adamant rock,
Within-it is delightfully red hot. All things are ready for you here ; go in, Chorus. You then command who Before our father shall perceive the noise.
first should seize the stake
To burn the Cyclops'eye, that all may share Cyclops. Ah me! my eyesight is In the great enterprise.
parched up to cinders. Semichorus I. We are too far, Chorus. What a sweet päan ! sing We cannot at this distance from the door me that again ! Thrust fire into his eye.
Cyclops. Ah me! indeed, what woe Semichorus II. And we just now
has fallen apon me! Have become lame ; cannot move hand But wretched nothings, think ye not to
flee Chorus. The same thing has occurred Out of this rock ; I, standing at the to us,-our ankles
outlet, Are sprained with standing here, I know Will bar the way and catch you as you not how,
pass. Ulysses. What, sprained with stand- Chorus. What are you roaring out, ing still?
I perish !
Chorus. What, did you fall into the Chorus. With pitying my own back
fire when drunk ? and my back bone,
Cyclops. 'Twas Nobody destroyed And with not wishing all my teeth knocked out,
Why then no one This cowardice comes of itself—but stay, Can be to blame. I know a famous Orphic incantation
Cyclops. I say 'twas Nobody To make the brand stick of its own Who blinded me. accord
Chorus. Why then you are not Into the skull of this one-eyed son of
Cyclops. I wish you were as blind Ulysses. Of old I knew ye thus by as I am. nature ; now
Nay, I know ye better.--I will use the aid It cannot be that no one made you blind. Of my own comrades--yet though weak Cyclops. You jeer me; where, I of hand
ask, is Nobody? Speak cheerfully, that so ye may awaken Chorus. Nowhere, O Cyclops. The courage of my friends with your Cyclops. It was that stranger ruined blithe words.
me :the wretch Chorus. This I will do with peril of First gave me wine and then burnt out
my eye, And blind you with my exhortations, For wine is strong and hard to struggle Cyclops.
with. Hasten and thrust,
Have they escaped, or are they yet And parch up to dust,
within ? The eye of the beast,
Chorus. They stand under the dark. Who feeds on his guest.
ness of the rock
And cling to it.
At my right hand
Chorus. Close on your right.
or left ?
Near the rock itself. I will descend upon the shore, though You have them.
Oh, misfortune Groping my way adown the steep on misfortune!
ravine. I've cracked my skull.
Chorus. And we, the shipmates of
Will serve our Bacchus all our happy Cyclops. Not there, although you
Not on that side. Cyclops. Where then ?
They creep about you on your left. Cyclops. Ah! I am mocked! They
1.-TO STELLA jeer me in my ills.
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO
Thou wert the morning star among the
Ere thy fair light had fed ;Ulysses.
Far from you Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, I keep with care this body of Ulysses.
giving Cyclops. What do you say? You New splendour to the dead.
proffer a new name.
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO
Kissing Helena, together And not revenged the murder of my
With my kiss, my soul beside it comrades.
Came to my lips, and there I kept Cyclops. Ai! ai! the ancient oracle
it,is accomplished; It said that I should have my eyesight
For the poor thing had wandered thither,
To follow where the kiss should guide blinded
it, By you coming from Troy, yet it fore
Oh, cruel I, to intercept it! told That you should pay the penalty for this
III.-SPIRIT OF PLATO By wandering long over the homeless
FROM THE GREEK Ulysses. I bid thee weep-consider what I say,
Eagle! why soarest thou above that I go towards the shore to drive my ship
tomb? To mine own land, o'er the Sicilian To what sublime and star-ypaven
home Cyclops. Not so, if whelming you Floatest thou ? with this huge stone
I am the image of swift Plato's spirit, I can crush you and all your men to- Ascending heaven---Athens doth inherit gether;
His corpse below.
FROM THE GREEK
A deeper Venus bears upon her heart. IV.-CIRCUMSTANCE See, his beloved dogs are gathering
The Oread nymphs are weepingA MAN who was about to hang himself, Aphrodite Finding a purse, then threw away his With hair unbound is wandering thro' rope;
the woods, The owner, coming to reclaim his pelf, Wildered, ungirt, unsandalled —- the The halter found and used it. So is
thorns pierce Hope
Her hastening feet and drink her sacred Changed for Despair-one laid upon the
Bitterly screaming out she is driven on We take the other. Under heaven's Thro' the long vales ; and her Assyrian high cope
boy, Fortune is God—all you endure and do Her love, her husband calls—the purple Depends on circumstance as much as
From his struck thigh stains her white
Her bosom, and her neck before like FRAGMENT OF THE ELEGY ON
snow. THE DEATH OF ADONIS
Alas for Cytherea—the Loves mournFROM THE GREEK OF BION The lovely, the beloved is gone-and I MOURN Adonis dead loveliest
Her sacred beauty vanishes away.
For Venus whilst Adonis lived was fairDead, dead Adonis - and the Loves Alas her loveliness is dead with him. lament.
The oaks and mountains cry Ai! ai! Sleep no more, Venus, wrapt in purple
Adonis ! woofWake violet-stolèd queen, and weave
The springs their waters change to tears
and weepthe crown
The flowers withered up with Of Death,—-'tis Misery calls, - for he is
grief . . dead. The lovely one lies wounded in the
Adonis is dead Echo resounds
Adonis dead. mountains, His white thigh struck with the white Who will weep not thy dreadful woe,
0 tooth; he scarce
Venus ? Yet breathes; and Venus hangs in agony Soon as she saw and knew the mortal
there. The dark blood wanders o'er his
Of her Adonis - saw the life - blood snowy
flow limbs, His eyes beneath their lids are lustreless, From his fair thigh, now wasting, wail. The rose has fled from his wan lips, and
ing loud there
She clasped him and cried Stay, That kiss is dead, which Venus gathers
Adonis ! yet.
Stay dearest one,
and mix my lips with thineA deep deep wound Adonis . Wake yet a while Adonis-oh but once,