Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“Thus we sat there the livelong day until the going down of the sun,
feasting on abundant flesh and on sweet wine. For the red wine was not
yet spent from out the ships, but somewhat was yet therein, for we had
each one drawn off large store thereof in jars, when we took the sacred
citadel of the Cicones. And we looked across to the land of the
Cyclôpes, who dwell nigh, and to the smoke, and to the voice of the
men, and of the sheep and of the goats. And when the sun had sunk and
darkness had come on, then we laid us to rest upon the sea-beach. So
soon as early Dawn shone forth, the rosy-fingered, then I called a
gathering of my men, and spake among them all:
“‘Abide here all the rest of you, my dear companions; but I will go
with mine own ship and my ship’s company, and make proof of these men,
what manner of folk they are, whether froward, and wild, and unjust, or
hospitable and of god-fearing mind.’
“So I spake, and I climbed the ship’s side, and bade my company
themselves to mount, and to loose the hawsers. So they soon embarked
and sat upon the benches, and sitting orderly smote the grey sea water
with their oars. Now when we had come to the land that lies hard by, we
saw a cave on the border near to the sea, lofty and roofed over with
laurels, and there many flocks of sheep and goats were used to rest.
And about it a high outer court was built with stones, deep bedded, and
with tall pines and oaks with their high crown of leaves. And a man was
wont to sleep therein, of monstrous size, who shepherded his flocks
alone and afar, and was not conversant with others, but dwelt apart in
lawlessness of mind. Yea, for he was a monstrous thing and fashioned
marvellously, nor was he like to any man that lives by bread, but like
a wooded peak of the towering hills, which stands out apart and alone
from others.
“Then I commanded the rest of my well-loved company to tarry there by
the ship, and to guard the ship, but I chose out twelve men, the best
of my company, and sallied forth. Now I had with me a goat-skin of the
dark wine and sweet which Maron, son of Euanthes, had given me, the
priest of Apollo, the god that watched over Ismarus. And he gave it,
for that we had protected him with his wife and child reverently; for
he dwelt in a thick grove of Phoebus Apollo. And he made me splendid
gifts; he gave me seven talents of gold well wrought, and he gave me a
mixing bowl of pure silver, and furthermore wine which he drew off in
twelve jars in all, sweet wine unmingled, a draught divine; nor did any
of his servants or of his handmaids in the house know thereof, but
himself and his dear wife and one housedame only. And as often as they
drank that red wine honey sweet, he would fill one cup and pour it into
twenty measures of water, and a marvellous sweet smell went up from the
mixing bowl: then truly it was no pleasure to refrain.
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