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Cyclops. I were more useful, giving to my friends.
Placing your mighty sides upon the ground.
And in the sun - warm
noon 'Tis sweet to drink. Lie down beside me now,
Cyclops. What do you put the cup behind me for?
Silenus. That no one here may
touch it. Cyclops.
Thievish one! You want to drink;-here place it in the midst.
Cyclops. Pour out, and only give
Ulysses. But village mirth breeds contests, broils, and blows. Cyclops. When I am drunk none shall lay hands on me.— Ulysses. A drunken man is better within doors. Cyclops. Cyclops. He is a fool, who drinking, Give it me so. loves not mirth. Silenus. Not till I see you wear That coronal, and taste the cup to you. Cyclops. Thou wily traitor! Silenus.
Ulysses. But he is wise, who drunk,
But the wine is sweet. Ay, you will roar if you are caught in drinking.
Silenus. Stay--for what need have
With flowers and grass.
Silenus. By Jupiter! you said that
Cyclops. See now, my lip is clean and all my beard.
Silenus. Now put your elbow right
Ye Gods, what a delicious gulp!
Cyclops. Guest, take it;-you pour
Ulysses. Vulcan, Ætnean king! burn out with fire
out the wine for me. Ulysses. The wine is well accus- The shining eye of this thy neighbourtomed to my hand. Pour out the wine!
I pour; only be silent.
And thou, O sleep, nursling of gloomy
Ulysses. Take it and drink it off; And suffer not Ulysses and his comrades,
Oh, that the drinker died with his own draught!
To perish by this man, who cares not either
For God or mortal; or I needs must think
Cyclops. Papai! the vine must be a sapient plant. Ulysses. If you drink much after a mighty feast, That Chance is a supreme divinity, Moistening your thirsty maw, you will And things divine are subject to her sleep well; If you leave aught, Bacchus will dry you
Cyclops. Ho! ho! I can scarce rise.
The heavens and earth appear to whirl
Confusedly. I see the throne of Jove
Cyclops. By Jove you are; I bore
Ulysses and the Chorus
Ulysses. Come, boys of Bacchus,
This man within is folded up in sleep,
maw; The brand under the shed thrusts out its smoke,
No preparation needs, but to burn out The monster's eye;-but bear yourselves like men.
Chorus. We will have courage like the adamant rock,
All things are ready for you here; go in,
Come, Maron, come!
Oh! I long to dance and revel
And keep your lips quite close; dare not to breathe,
Or spit, or e'en wink, lest ye wake the monster,
Until his eye be tortured out with fire. Chorus. Nay, we are silent, and we chaw the air.
Ulysses. Come now, and lend a hand to the great stake Within-it is delightfully red hot. Chorus. You then command who first should seize the stake
Cyclops. Ah me! my eyesight is
We are too far, We cannot at this distance from the door Thrust fire into his eye.
Cyclops. Ah me! indeed, what woe has fallen upon me!
Semichorus II. And we just now Have become lame; cannot move hand But wretched nothings, think ye not to or foot.
To burn the Cyclops' eye, that all may share
Chorus. The same thing has occurred to us, our ankles Are sprained with standing here, I know not how.
Ulysses. What, sprained with standing still?
Chorus. With pitying my own back
This cowardice comes of itself-but stay,
Into the skull of this one-eyed son of
Ulysses. Of old I knew ye thus by nature; now
I know ye better.-I will use the aid Of my own comrades-yet though weak of hand
Speak cheerfully, that so ye may awaken The courage of my friends with your blithe words.
Chorus. This I will do with peril of
And blind you with my exhortations,
Hasten and thrust,
And parch up to dust,
But beware lest he claw
Your limbs near his maw.
Chorus. What are you roaring out,
And besides miserable.
Cyclops. 'Twas Nobody destroyed
Why then no one
Can be to blame.
Who blinded me.
Why then you are not
blind. Cyclops. I wish you were as blind as I am. Chorus.
It cannot be that no one made you blind. Cyclops. You jeer me; where, I ask, is Nobody?
Chorus. Nowhere, O Cyclops. Cyclops. It was that stranger ruined me-the wretch
First gave me wine and then burnt out
Chorus. You have them. Cyclops.
I've cracked my skull.
Near the rock itself. I will descend upon the shore, though blind,
Cyclops. Where then? Chorus.
Now they escape you
Not there, although you
Not on that side.
They creep about
you on your left.
Chorus. Not there! he is a little
Detested wretch! where are you?
Far from you I keep with care this body of Ulysses. Cyclops. What do you say? You proffer a new name.
Ulysses. My father named me so; and I have taken
A full revenge for your unnatural feast; I should have done ill to have burned down Troy And not revenged the murder of my comrades.
Cyclops. Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished;
It said that I should have my eyesight blinded
By you coming from Troy, yet it foretold
That you should pay the penalty for
By wandering long over the homeless
Ulysses. I bid thee weep-consider what I say,
Groping my way adown the steep ravine.
Cyclops. Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone
I can crush you and all your men together;
Chorus. And we, the shipmates of
Will serve our Bacchus all our happy lives.
I. TO STELLA
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO
THOU wert the morning star among the living,
Ere thy fair light had fled;— Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving
New splendour to the dead.
I go towards the shore to drive my ship
II. KISSING HELENA
FROM THE GREEK OF PLATO
KISSING Helena, together
With my kiss, my soul beside it Came to my lips, and there I kept it,
For the poor thing had wandered thither, To follow where the kiss should guide it,
Oh, cruel I, to intercept it!
III. SPIRIT OF PLATO
FROM THE GREEK
EAGLE! why soarest thou above that tomb?
what sublime and
I am the image of swift Plato's spirit,
FRAGMENT OF THE ELEGY ON
FROM THE GREEK
A MAN who was about to hang himself,
The owner, coming to reclaim his pelf,
Changed for Despair-one laid upon the
We take the other. Under heaven's high cope
Fortune is God-all you endure and do Her love, her husband calls-the purple Depends on circumstance as much as you.
A deeper Venus bears upon her heart.
The Oread nymphs are weeping-
| With hair unbound is wandering thro'
Her hastening feet and drink her sacred
tooth; he scarce
Yet breathes; and Venus hangs in agony
A deep deep wound Adonis . .
unsandalled - the
Bitterly screaming out she is driven on Thro' the long vales; and her Assyrian boy,
From his struck thigh stains her white navel now,
Her bosom, and her neck before like
Alas for Cytherea-the Loves mourn— The lovely, the beloved is gone-and
Her sacred beauty vanishes away.
Alas her loveliness is dead with him.
springs their waters change to tears and weep
are withered up with
The lovely one lies wounded in the
Adonis is dead
His white thigh struck with the white Who will weep not thy dreadful woe, O
Soon as she saw and knew the mortal wound
Of her Adonis-saw the life-blood flow
From his fair thigh, now wasting, wailing loud
She clasped him and cried
and mix my lips with thineWake yet a while Adonis-oh but once,