Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
“So spake I, and their lordly soul consented thereto. Yet even thence I
led not my company safe away. There was one, Elpenor, the youngest of
us all, not very valiant in war neither steadfast in mind. He was lying
apart from the rest of my men on the housetop of Circe’s sacred
dwelling, very fain of the cool air, as one heavy with wine. Now when
he heard the noise of the voices and of the feet of my fellows as they
moved to and fro, he leaped up of a sudden and minded him not to
descend again by the way of the tall ladder, but fell right down from
the roof, and his neck was broken from the bones of the spine, and his
spirit went down to the house of Hades.
“Then I spake among my men as they went on their way, saying: ‘Ye deem
now, I see, that ye are going to your own dear country; but Circe hath
showed us another way, even to the dwelling of Hades and of dread
Persephone, to seek to the spirit of Theban Teiresias.’
“Even so I spake, but their heart within them was broken, and they sat
them down even where they were, and made lament and tore their hair.
Howbeit no help came of their weeping.
“But as we were now wending sorrowful to the swift ship and the
sea-banks, shedding big tears, Circe meanwhile had gone her ways and
made fast a ram and a black ewe by the dark ship, lightly passing us
by: who may behold a god against his will, whether going to or fro?”
BOOK XI.
Odysseus, his descent into hell, and discourses with the ghosts of the
deceased heroes.
“Now when we had gone down to the ship and to the sea, first of all we
drew the ship unto the fair salt water and placed the mast and sails in
the black ship, and took those sheep and put them therein, and
ourselves too climbed on board, sorrowing, and shedding big tears. And
in the wake of our dark-prowed ship she sent a favouring wind that
filled the sails, a kindly escort,—even Circe of the braided tresses, a
dread goddess of human speech. And we set in order all the gear
throughout the ship and sat us down; and the wind and the helmsman
guided our barque. And all day long her sails were stretched in her
seafaring; and the sun sank and all the ways were darkened.
“She came to the limits of the world, to the deep-flowing Oceanus.
There is the land and the city of the Cimmerians, shrouded in mist and
cloud, and never does the shining sun look down on them with his rays,
neither when he climbs up the starry heavens, nor when again he turns
earthward from the firmament, but deadly night is outspread over
miserable mortals. Thither we came and ran the ship ashore and took out
the sheep; but for our part we held on our way along the stream of
Oceanus, till we came to the place which Circe had declared to us.
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