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THE ODYSSEY: BOOK 16. TELLEMACHUS FINDS HIS FATHER, by HOMER Poet's Biography First Line: He said, and urged him forth, who binding on Last Line: Of tenderest grief. Subject(s): Mythology - Classical | ||||||||
HE said, and urged him forth, who binding on His sandals, to the city bent his way. Nor went Eumaeus from his home unmark'd By Pallas, who in semblance of a fair Damsel, accomplish'd in domestic arts, Approaching to the cottage entrance, stood Opposite, by Ulysses plain discern'd, But to his son invisible; for the Gods Appear not manifest alike to all. The mastiffs saw her also, and with tone Querulous hid themselves, yet bark'd they not. She beckon'd him abroad. Ulysses saw The sign, and issuing through the outer court, Approach'd her, whom the Goddess thus bespake: 'Laertes' progeny, for wiles renown'd! Disclose thyself to thy own son, that, death Concerting and destruction to your foes, Ye may the royal city seek, nor long Shall ye my presence there desire in vain, For I am ardent to begin the fight.' Minerva spake, and with her rod of gold Touch'd him; his mantle, first, and vest she made Pure as new-blanch'd; dilating, next, his form, She gave dimensions ampler to his limbs; Swarthy again his manly hue became, Round his full face, and black his bushy chin. The change perform'd, Minerva disappear'd, And the illustrious Hero turn'd again Into the cottage; wonder at that sight Seiz'd on Telemachus, askance he look'd, Awe-struck, not unsuspicious of a God, And in wing'd accents eager thus began: 'Thou art no longer, whom I lately saw, Nor are thy cloaths, nor is thy port the same. Thou art a God, I know, and dwell'st in heav'n. Oh, smile on us, that we may yield thee rites Acceptable, and present thee golden gifts Elaborate; ah, spare us, Pow'r divine!' To whom Ulysses, Hero toil-inured: 'I am no God. Why deem'st thou me divine? I am thy father, for whose sake thou lead'st A life of woe, by violence oppress'd.' So saying, he kiss'd his son, while from his cheeks Tears trickled, tears till then perforce restrained. Telemachus (for he believed him not His father yet) thus, wond'ring, spake again: 'My father, said'st thou? no. Thou art not He, But some divinity beguiles my soul With mockeries, to afflict me still the more; For never mortal man could have so wrought By his own pow'r; some interposing God Alone could render thee both young and old, For old thou wast of late, and foully clad, But wear'st the semblance, now, of those in heav'n! To whom Ulysses, ever-wise, replied: 'Telemachus! it is not well, my son! That thou should'st greet thy father with a face Of wild astonishment, and stand aghast. Ulysses, save myself, none comes, be sure. Such as thou seest, after ten thousand woes Which I have borne, I visit once again My native country in the twentieth year. This wonder Athenaean Pallas wrought, She cloathed me even with what form she would, For so she can. Now poor I seem and old, Now young again, and clad in fresh attire. The Gods who dwell in yonder heav'n, with ease Dignify or debase a mortal man.' So saying, he sat. Then threw Telemachus His arms around his father's neck, and wept. Desire intense of lamentation seized On both; soft murmurs uttering, each indulged His grief, more frequent wailing than the bird, (Eagle or hook-nail'd vulture) from whose nest Some swain hath stol'n her yet unfeather'd young. So from their eyelids they big drops distill'd Of tenderest grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 2. MORE ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LEDA 2: A NOTE ON VISITATIONS by LUCILLE CLIFTON LEDA 3: A PERSONAL NOTE (RE: VISITATIONS) by LUCILLE CLIFTON UNEXPECTED HOLIDAY by STEPHEN DOBYNS THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER |
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