He spake, to whom I, answ'ring, thus replied:
"O Peleus' son! Achilles! bravest far
Of all Achaia's race! I here arrived
Seeking Tiresias, from his lips to learn,
Perchance, how I might safe regain the coast
Of craggy Ithaca; for tempest-toss'd
Perpetual, I have neither yet approach'd
Achaia's shore, or landed on my own.
But as for thee, Achilles! never man
Hath known felicity like thine, or shall,
Whom living we all honour'd as a God,
And who maintain'st, here resident, supreme
Control among the dead; indulge not then,

He ended, nor the Argicide refus'd,
Messenger of the skies; his sandals fair,
Ambrosial, golden, to his feet he bound,
Which o'er the moist wave, rapid as the wind,
Bear him, and o'er th' illimitable Earth,
Then took his rod, with which, at will, all eyes
He softly shuts, or opens them again.
So arm'd, forth flew the valiant Argicide.
Alighting on Pieria, down he stoop'd
To Ocean, and the billows lightly skimm'd
In form a seamew, such as, in the bays
Tremendous of the barren Deep her food
Seeking, dips oft in brine her ample wing.

The God who mounts the winged winds
Fast to his feet his golden pinions binds,
That high thro' fields of air his flight sustain
O'er the wide earth, and o'er the boundless main.
He grasps the wand that causes sleep to fly,
Or in soft slumber seals the wakeful eye:
Then shoots from heav'n to high Pieria's steep,
And stoops incumbent on the rolling deep.
So wat'ry fowl, that seek their fishy food,
With wings expanded o'er the foaming flood,
Now sailing smooth the level surface sweep,
Now dip their pinions in the briny deep.

Without the Hall, and close upon the Gate,
A goodly Orchard ground was situate
O neare ten Acres, about which was led
A loftie Quickset. In it flourished
High and broad fruit trees that Pomegranats bore;
Sweet Figs, Peares, Olives, and a number more
Most usefull Plants did there produce their store,
Whose fruits the hardest Winter could not kill,
Nor hotest Summer wither. There was still
Fruite in his proper season all the yeare.
Sweet Zephyr breath'd upon them blasts that were
Of varied tempers: these he made to beare

From the Seventh B OOK of HOMER 's ODYSSES

C LOSE to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms defended, and inclement skies:
Four acres was th' allotted space of ground,
Fenc'd with a green enclosure all around.
Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mold;
The red'ning apple ripens here to gold,
Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows,
With deeper red the full pomegranate glows,
The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,
And verdant olives flourish round the year.
The balmy spirit of the western gale

From her bed's high and odoriferous roome,
Helen. To whom (of an elaborate loome)
Adresta set a chaire; Alcippe brought
A peece of Tapestrie, of fine wooll wrought;
Phylo a silver Cabinet conferd
(Given by Alcandra, Nuptially endeard
To Lord Polybius, whose abode in Thebes,
The'aegyptian citie, was, where wealth in heapes
His famous house held, out of which did go
In gift t'Atrides silver bath-tubs two,
Two Tripods, and of fine gold talents ten).
His wife did likewise send to Helen then
Faire gifts, a Distaffe that of gold was wrought,

For my part, I'le not meddle with the cause:
I live a separate life amongst my Swine,
Come at no Towne for any need of mine,
Unlesse the circularly-witted Queene
(When any farre-come guest is to be seene
That brings her newes) commands me bring a Brawn--
About which (all things being in question drawne
That touch the King) they sit, and some are sad
For his long absence, some againe are glad
To waste his goods unwreak't, all talking still.

Downe to the King's most bright-kept Baths they went,
Where handmaids did their services present,
Bath'd, balmd them, shirts and well-napt weeds put on,
And by Atrides' side set each his throne.
Then did the handmaid royall water bring,
And to a Laver, rich and glittering,
Of massie gold, powr'd; which she plac't upon
A silver Caldron, into which might runne
The water as they washt. Then set she neare
A polisht table, on which all the cheare
The present could affoord, a reverend Dame
That kept the Larder set. A Cooke then came

The cave we found, but vacant all within,
(His flock the Giant tended on the green)
But round the grott we gaze, and all we view
In order rang'd, our admiration drew:
The bending shelves with loads of cheeses prest,
The folded flocks each sep'rate from the rest,
(The larger here, and there the lesser lambs,
The new-fall'n young here bleating for their dams;
The kid distinguish'd from the lambkin lies:)
The cavern ecchoes with responsive cries.
Capacious chargers all around were lay'd,
Full pails, and vessels of the milking trade.

And now the Queene of women had intent
To give it use; and therefore made ascent
Up all the staire's height to the chamber dore,
Whose shining leaves two bright Pilasters bore
To such a Close, when both together went,
It would resist the Aire in their consent.
The Ring she tooke then, and did draw aside
A barre that ran within, and then implide
The Key into the Locke--which gave a sound
(The Bolt then shooting) as in pasture ground
A Bull doth Low and make the valleys ring:
So loud the Locke humm'd, when it loosd his Spring,