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Poetry.
POETRY .
THE EXPRESS TO OGYGIA . —ODYSS . V . ( iN ENGLISH TROCIIAICS . )
THUS he spoke ; and him the Herald , Argus-slayer , straight obey'd . Bracing on the beauteous sandals , heav ' nly , golden , that upstaid Light in air his footsteps speeding with the spirit of the winds , O ' er the boundless earth and ocean , then took he the rod that binds Mortal eyes in soothing slumbers , or at will loosens from sleep . Bearing this in hand , strong flew the Argus-slayer , till the steep
Pieria gaining , down he darted through the ether on the waves . Like the larus bird , that ' mid the vast and barren sea-gulphs laves Frequent in the spray its pinions , hunting for its finny prey , So o ' er many a billow sweeping , Hermes hastened on his way . But when he had nigh'd the islet , set afar amid the sea , From the azure depth ascending onward by the beach went he ,
Till he reach'd a mighty grotto . There the fair-tress'd nymph did dwell . Her within he found ; a huge fire blazed there , sending fragrant smell Of split cedar and frankincense o ' er the islet . She in song , From within was sweetly warbling , while her web she ran along , Weaving with a golden shuttle . All around the grot had grown Verdant groves of scented Cyprus , poplar , alder . There had flown Many wide-wing'd birds to roost—owls , hawks , and divers with longtongue ,
Dwellers by the deep , whose business is the ocean paths among . Round the cavern'drock a young vine , spreading , hung its clustering load , While from four contiguous fountains , streams of limpid waters flow'd . Now near , now ' apart meand ' ring through soft meads of violets blue , And green parsley . Had a god ali ghting looked upon that view , Even he would have admired , and felt his spirit pleasure-thrill'd . There the Herald , Argus-slayer , pausing , gazed with rapture fill'd . ToxOTES .
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Poetry.
POETRY .
THE EXPRESS TO OGYGIA . —ODYSS . V . ( iN ENGLISH TROCIIAICS . )
THUS he spoke ; and him the Herald , Argus-slayer , straight obey'd . Bracing on the beauteous sandals , heav ' nly , golden , that upstaid Light in air his footsteps speeding with the spirit of the winds , O ' er the boundless earth and ocean , then took he the rod that binds Mortal eyes in soothing slumbers , or at will loosens from sleep . Bearing this in hand , strong flew the Argus-slayer , till the steep
Pieria gaining , down he darted through the ether on the waves . Like the larus bird , that ' mid the vast and barren sea-gulphs laves Frequent in the spray its pinions , hunting for its finny prey , So o ' er many a billow sweeping , Hermes hastened on his way . But when he had nigh'd the islet , set afar amid the sea , From the azure depth ascending onward by the beach went he ,
Till he reach'd a mighty grotto . There the fair-tress'd nymph did dwell . Her within he found ; a huge fire blazed there , sending fragrant smell Of split cedar and frankincense o ' er the islet . She in song , From within was sweetly warbling , while her web she ran along , Weaving with a golden shuttle . All around the grot had grown Verdant groves of scented Cyprus , poplar , alder . There had flown Many wide-wing'd birds to roost—owls , hawks , and divers with longtongue ,
Dwellers by the deep , whose business is the ocean paths among . Round the cavern'drock a young vine , spreading , hung its clustering load , While from four contiguous fountains , streams of limpid waters flow'd . Now near , now ' apart meand ' ring through soft meads of violets blue , And green parsley . Had a god ali ghting looked upon that view , Even he would have admired , and felt his spirit pleasure-thrill'd . There the Herald , Argus-slayer , pausing , gazed with rapture fill'd . ToxOTES .