With the subsequent passage of Ulysses' stratagem in the cave of Polypheme, we shall dismiss the Odyssey, and add a few observations.--Odyss. B. IX. p. 207. "'Cyclops! thou hast my noble name inquired, Which I will tell thee. Give me, in return, The promised boon, some hospitable pledge. My name is[25] Outis; Outis I am call'd, At home, abroad, wherever I am known.' "So I; to whom he, savage, thus replied: 'Outis, when I have eaten all his friends, Shall be my last regale. Be that thy boon.' "He spake, and, downward sway'd, fell resupine, With his huge neck aslant. All conqu'ring sleep Soon seized him. From his gullet gush'd the wine With human morsels mingled, many a blast Sonorous issuing from his glutted maw. Then, thrusting far the spike of olive-wood Into the embers glowing on the hearth, I heated it, and cheer'd my friends the while, Lest any should, through fear, shrink from his part. But when that stake of olive-wood, though green, Should soon have flamed, for it was glowing hot, I bore it to his side. Then all my aids Around me gather'd, and the Gods infused Heroic fortitude into our hearts. They, seizing the hot stake rasp'd to a point, Bored his eye with it, and myself, advanced To a superior stand, twirl'd it about. As when a shipwright with his wimble bores Tough oaken timber, placed on either side Below, his fellow artists strain the thong Alternate, and the restless iron spins; So grasping hard the stake pointed with fire, We twirl'd it in his eye; the bubbling blood Boil'd round about the brand; his pupil sent A scalding vapour forth that singed his brow, And all his eye-roots crackled in the flame. As when the smith an hatchet or large axe Temp'ring with skill, plunges the hissing blade Deep in cold water, (whence the strength of steel,) So hiss'd his eye around the olive-wood. The howling monster with his outcry fill'd The hollow rock, and I, with all my aids, Fled terrified. He, plucking forth the spike From his burnt socket, mad with anguish, cast The implement, all bloody, far away. Then, bellowing, he sounded forth the name Of ev'ry Cyclops dwelling in the caves Around him, on the wind-swept mountain tops; They, at his cry flocking from ev'ry part, Circled his den, and of his ail enquired. 'What grievous hurt hath caused thee, Polypheme! Thus yelling, to alarm the peaceful ear Of Night, and break our slumbers? Fear'st thou lest Some mortal man drive off thy flocks? or fear'st Thyself to die by cunning or by force?' "Them answer'd, then, Polypheme from his cave,