Then, resting on the threshold of the gate,
Against a cypress pillar lean'd his weight
Smooth'd by the workman to a polish'd plane);
The son beheld, and call'd his swain
"These viands, and this bread, Eumaeus!
Against a cypress pillar lean'd his weight
Smooth'd by the workman to a polish'd plane);
The son beheld, and call'd his swain
"These viands, and this bread, Eumaeus!
Odyssey - Pope
