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It was that stranger ruined me; the wretch
They stand under the darkness of the rock
Near the rock itself. You have them.
O, misfortune on misfortune! I've cracked my skull.
Not on that side.
Far from you, I keep with caie this body of Ulysses.
Cyclops. What do you say? you proffer a new name. Ulysses.
My father named me so, and I have taken
Ai, ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished;
I bid thee weep; consider what I say, —
Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone
And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now,
Thee, son of Jove, whose sceptre was confessed
But while I count thy gifts, be mine to shun
The deprecated prize Ulysses won;
Who, sailing homeward from thy breezy shore,
The prisoned winds in skins of parchment bore.
Speeds the fleet bark, till o'er the billowy green
The azure heights of Ithaca are seen;
But while, with favoring gales, her way she wins,
His curious comrades ope the mystic skins;
When lo! the rescued winds, with boisterous
Roar to the clouds, and lash the rocking deep;
Launched on a plank the buoyant hero rides
While his ducked comrades o'er the ocean fly, And sleep not in the whole skins they untie.
ULYSSES AND HIS DOG.
ULYSSES RECOGNIZED BY HIS DOS ARGUS.
Now to the gate as near Ulysses drew,
He knew his lord; he knew, and strove to meet;