No More Learning

" The poet never speaks as if he himself were present at
the conflicts, nor does he claim to have heard the story from others.
He appeals to the Muse for inspiration. She was present, and knows
all things; he is but her mouthpiece. Whether the customs described
in the poems were those of Homer's day, or those of an earlier age
of which the poet knew only by tradition, is a question which schol-
ars still discuss. In general his manner is distinctly that of familiar-
ity with every detail which he mentions; and his style is too naïve,
too far removed from that of studied care, for us to believe that he
was anxious to secure historical accuracy of background in painting
the picture of an earlier age. In the matters of dress, food, and
every-day life in general, he seems as free as the early illustrators
of the Bible story, who introduced mediæval Dutch, German, or Ital-
ian dress and scenery into their pictures of early events in Palestine.
But changes of custom were not frequent nor rapid in Greece a
thousand years before Christ, and the manner of life which Homer
knew was doubtless not very different from that of his heroes. In a
few matters only does he seem conscious of a change: he does not
represent his warriors as riding on horseback (except as a boy rides
bareback from pasture), or using boiled meat, or employing a trumpet
in war, yet the poet himself refers to these things as well known.
Life in the Homeric age was primitive and rude in many respects,
but still had much wealth and splendor. It is not unlike that of
the Children of Israel in the same period. The same customs seem
to have prevailed not only throughout all Greece, but even in Troy.
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of life between the Achæans and the Trojans;-unless it is found
in the facts that King Priam of Troy is the only polygamist of the
poems, and that the Trojans are noisier (and hence, says an old com-
mentator, less civilized) as they go into battle. The tribes are ruled
by kings, or as we should style them, petty chiefs. The freedom
with which the titles king and prince are bestowed is illustrated by
the large number of princes on Ithaca in the Homeric age; an island
which at the last census (according to Baedeker) had about 12,500
inhabitants, and probably had no more in Homer's time. The lives
of princes were much like those of peasants. They built their own
ships and their own houses, and tended their herds and flocks. So
princesses went to the town spring for water, and washed the fam-
ily raiment. The unwritten constitutions of the kingdoms were very
simple: custom ruled, not law. For the most part each man was
obliged to vindicate his own rights; even murder was a personal
offense against the friends of the slain man, and these (not the
government) were bound to avenge his death. Murder and theft in
themselves were no mortal sins against the gods. Fidelity to oaths,
honor to parents, and hospitality to strangers and suppliants, were
cardinal virtues. No moral quality inhered in the terms usually trans-
lated by good, bad, blameless, excellent. The existence of the soul after
death was supposed to be as shadowy as a dream. Ghosts and dreams
behaved in exactly the same way, and the land of dreams immedi-
ately adjoined that of the dead. The dead met no judgment on "the
deeds done here in the body," but all alike followed the shadowy
likeness of their former occupations: the shade of the mighty hunter
Orion chased in Hades the shades of the wild beasts which he had
killed while on earth. Coined money was unknown; all commerce
was by way of barter. The standard of value was cattle, one woman
slave was estimated to be worth four cattle, another twenty; a
suit of bronze armor was worth nine cattle; a tripod to stand over
the fire was valued at twelve cattle. Much of the land was still
held in common for the use of the people's flocks and herds. Horses
were never put to menial toil: the plowing was done with oxen and
mules. The milk of cows was not used for food, but the milk and
milk products of goats and sheep were of great importance. The
olive berry and its oil were not yet used for the relish of food, but
olive oil (sometimes scented with roses) was used as an unguent.
The warriors were hearty eaters, but their feasts were simple; they
ate little but bread and roast meat, and they were moderate drink-
ers, enjoying wine, but always diluting it with water. The Homeric
Greeks were not bold mariners. They shrunk from the dangers of
the sea, and preferred to go a long way around rather than to trust
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world was limited. Even the island which the later Greeks identified
with Corfu was in fairy-land.
Both the great Homeric poems, the Iliad and the Odyssey, have to
do with the Trojan War,-the siege of Troy by the Greeks, ending
with the sack of the city, and the return to their homes of the be-
siegers with various fortunes. Troy stood on a hill of no imposing
dimensions in the northwest corner of Asia Minor, about five miles
from the Hellespont. Until within the last score of years, scholars
have been inclined to look upon this city as no more real than that
of the Liliputians, or Utopia itself, and authorities were divided as to
the site which the poet had in mind. Dr. Schliemann, however, a
German by birth but a citizen of the United States by "naturaliza-
tion," who had gained wealth in Russia and chosen Greece to be
his home,—a true cosmopolite, -in ardent admiration for Homer and
with implicit belief in the literal accuracy of the Homeric story began
in a small way excavations on the site of Hissarlik, the traditional
successor of the ancient city. There he found in several layers, one
upon another, the ruins of more cities than he knew what to do
with! But he assigned to the Homeric city the remains which indi-
cated the greatest power and wealth. In subsequent years he dug
on Homeric sites in Greece,- at Mycena and Tiryns in Argolis, — and
there too laid bare abundant evidence of wealth and culture, though
manifestly a different culture from that which he had discovered
on the banks of the Hellespont. Continued excavations at Hissarlik,
however, under the direction of Dr. Dörpfeld, the distinguished head
of the German Archæological Institute in Athens, to whom we owe a
large portion of the archæological discoveries in Greece during recent
years, brought to light what Schliemann's eyes had longed to see,—
the remains of a city of like culture, and apparently of the same
age, as the ruins of Mycena and Tiryns. Schliemann's Homeric Troy
may have flourished three thousand years before Christ. The later
Trojan city (found by Dörpfeld) and Mycenæ seem to have been in
their glory at just about the time set by tradition for the sack of
Troy, 1184 B. C. This date is not historical, but it will serve as well
as another. The assignment of these ruins to the close of the second
millennium before Christ gives plausibility to the belief that Homeric
poetry flourished as early as the ninth century B. C. The "father of
history," Herodotus, thought that Homer lived four hundred years
before him, or 850 B. C. By that time the myths are likely to have
been fully developed. Clearly the existence of the massive ruined
walls would stimulate the imagination of story-tellers and poets.
According to the story which our poet follows, Paris, one of the
sons of Priam, King of Troy, had been hospitably received as a guest
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violated the most sacred bond of hospitality by carrying away to his
own home Menelaus's wife Helen, the most beautiful woman of the
world. The brother of Menelaus, Agamemnon, was King of Mycenæ,
and the most powerful prince of Greece. Allies were invited from
all parts of the country. Odysseus (Ulysses) from Ithaca, one of the
Ionian islands not far from Corfu, and Nestor the oldest and wisest
in counsel of the Greeks, who had known three generations of men,
enlisted the services of the young warriors of Greece: Achilles from
Thessaly, Diomedes from Argos, Ajax from Salamis, and others. A
fleet of twelve hundred ships gathered at Aulis, on the strait north
of Athens.
The expedition against Troy thus became a great national Hellenic
undertaking. This was regarded by Herodotus as the historical be-
ginning of the conflicts between Greece and Asia, of which the cul-
mination appeared in the great expedition of Xerxes against Greece
(this too with twelve hundred, but much larger, ships) early in the
fifth century before Christ, and that of Alexander the Great from
Greece into Asia a century and a half later. The strife is not ended
indeed even yet, while Turkey holds Greeks in subjection, and Greece
is burning with desire for the possession not only of Crete but of
Constantinople.
The ships sent against Troy were not ships of war: they were for
transport only, and the warriors were their own sailors. The largest
of these ships carried one hundred and twenty men, and the total
number of fighting Greeks before Troy was reckoned at about one
hundred thousand. But in this we may see a certain amount of
poetic exaggeration. The ships might fairly be called boats, since
they had no deck except a little at bow and at stern, and their oars
were more important than their sails, though they were always glad
to avail themselves of a favoring breeze. The setting out of a small
fleet of such boats has been compared, not inaptly, with an expedi
tion of war canoes from one island against another in the South
Seas: in each case the fighting men managed the boat; and this was
not intended like our ships to be a floating dwelling, but merely a
sort of ferry-boat. Each separate voyage would be only the distance
which they could sail or row in a single day. The islands of the
Ægean formed convenient "stepping-stones" and resting-places on
their way.
Nowhere were they out of sight of land in fair weather,
such as Greece enjoys during the summer. On reaching their des
tination, the boats were drawn up on shore, and the barracks for the
camp were built by their side; so the "ships of the Achæans" became
a synonym for the "camp of the Greeks. "
Menelaus, the injured husband of Helen, accompanied by Odys-
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demand for the return of Helen. But though some of the older Tro-
jans favored peace, the party of Paris prevailed, and the ambassadors
and their cause were treated with despite.
The war continues for ten years, and ends with the sack of the
city. The siege was not close. The ancient Greeks (like the North-
American Indians before these learned the lesson from the whites) in
general shrank from warfare by night. At evening the Greek forces
which had been fighting by the gates of Troy retired to their own
camp. Consequently the Trojans, though they were not able to culti-
vate their fields, were able to supply their city with all necessaries
and maintain unbroken relations with their friends abroad, though
the city which had been called "rich in gold and rich in bronze" was
obliged to part gradually with all its treasures in order to buy food
and to reward its allies. The Greeks, on the other hand, who had
come without stores of provisions, or other material of war except
their personal arms, naturally turned to foraging expeditions, first in
the immediate neighborhood of Troy, and then at a greater distance.
In these forays they destroyed towns and killed many of the inhab-
itants. The male captives were sent to distant islands to be sold
as slaves; the women were ransomed or kept as slaves in the camp.
Obviously, when the Greeks went forth to battle they could not with
safety have left in their camp a large body of male slaves whom they
had reduced to servitude. Their chief danger would have been in
their rear.
In the tenth year of the war, one of these female captives — the
beautiful daughter of a priest of Apollo, the fair-cheeked Chryseis―
was allotted as prize of honor to Agamemnon, the commander-in-chief
of the expedition. The Iliad opens with the visit of her father to
the Greek camp.
The action of the Iliad occupies only seven weeks:
from the visit of the old priest to the Greek camp, to the burial of
Hector. And these weeks are neither at the beginning nor at the
close of the war; yet no reader is left in ignorance of facts necessary
for an understanding of the story. Few readers feel that the poem
is in any way incomplete, though Goethe thought the sack of Troy
ought to have been included. The so-called Cyclic poets- Arctinus,
Stasinus, Lesches, and others- continued the tale, amplifying the
story and supplying details. But their poems, though the action
extended over twice as many years as that of the Iliad and Odyssey
covered weeks, yet were all together not so long as the Odyssey.
The unity of these "Cyclic" poems, according to Aristotle, was far
from being so complete as that of the Homeric poems. They had
much influence on later literature and art, suggesting themes and
scenes to painters and poets, and we regret their loss; but we cannot
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in the Iliad and the Odyssey. The preservation of these rather than
those was not wholly a matter of chance. Here too we have a
"survival of the fittest. "
According to the Cyclic poets, the queen of the Amazons, Pen-
thesilea, is slain by Achilles, who after her death bemoans her fate.
Further reinforcement for the Trojan army comes from the Ethi-
opians under the command of Memnon, the beautiful son of the
Dawn. Achilles is slain by Paris and Apollo. Paris himself falls.
Achilles's young son Neoptolemus is brought to the war; and Philo-
ctetes, who had been left behind on the island Lemnos on the voyage
to Troy (being bitten by a water-snake), is fetched and brings with
him the bow of Heracles. But even after a ten-years' siege, Troy is
not taken by storm, nor does it surrender. The goddess Athena sug-
gested to Odysseus the successful device. Making a great hollow
wooden horse, a small company of chieftains took their places within
this hollow place of ambush, while the rest of the Greeks set fire to
their camp and sailed away. The wooden horse is drawn by the
Trojans to their citadel, as an offering to the gods. At night, when
the city is still, and the people are sleeping free from anxiety for
the first time in ten years, the Greek ships return; their chieftains
leap out of the wooden horse, open the city gates to admit their
comrades, and set fire to the town.
As the Greeks set out to return to their homes, a storm arises.
Menelaus and his newly recovered Helen are driven to Egypt; a large
part of his fleet is wrecked, and they wander for eight years before
they see Greece again. Agamemnon escapes the dangers of the
storm, but on his return is slain by his cousin Ægisthus, the para-
mour of his faithless wife Clytemnestra.
But Odysseus suffers the hardest lot; the entire Odyssey recounts
his long and eventful homeward journeying, and the recovery of his
throne and wife.
The Odyssey ends only six weeks after its action began. The
poet condenses into this brief period the action which would seem
naturally to cover many years, by putting the story of Odysseus's
wanderings and experiences from the time that he left Troy until he
reached Calypso's island, into the mouth of the hero himself. This
device was copied by Virgil, who makes his hero Eneas tell Dido of
the destruction of Troy and of his wanderings; and later by Milton
in his 'Paradise Lost,' where the archangel Raphael tells Adam of
the conflict in heaven, and Michael foretells the history of the human
race.
The story from the close of the Odyssey was continued in a
more fanciful fashion by a later poet: Odysseus being finally killed by
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Telemachus, his son by Penelope, weds Circe,— an arrangement by
which each of the young men becomes the stepfather-in-law of his
own mother! Homeric women are ageless, but the poet of Helen or
Nausicaa would hardly have invented seriously so complicated a mar-
riage connection.
Thomas D. Seymout
NOTE. -Editions and translations of Homer are far too numerous to
be enumerated here. The best edition of the entire Iliad with English
notes is that of Walter Leaf; the best of the entire Odyssey with
English notes is that of Henry Hayman. The best English prose
translation of the Iliad is that of Leaf, Lang, and Myers; the best
English prose translations of the Odyssey are those of G. H. Palmer
and of Butcher and Lang. 'Homer: An Introduction to the Iliad
and the Odyssey,' by Professor Jebb, is an excellent and convenient
small work, treating of (a) the general literary characteristics of the
poems, (b) the Homeric world, (c) Homer in antiquity, (d) the Homeric
question.
T. D. S.
CITATIONS FROM HOMER
THE
HE Iliad does not lend itself easily for dissection or citation in
brief passages. Nearly all the effective scenes are so linked to
each other and into the general plot that they only whet our
eagerness to hear the entire story told. The attempt has been made
here merely to offer fair specimens of the various metrical experi-
ments tried by a series of translators from Chapman onward.
From the Odyssey it was easier to detach an episode: and while
continuing the series of varied rhythms, we have also endeavored to
offer in English, with sufficient completeness, the fifth book, contain-
in the pleasantest among Odysseus's many adventures upon his
homeward voyages, and presenting also the eternally youthful figure
of the innocent girl-princess Nausicaa. The latter has been made the
text of a little sermon on Simplicity' by Mr. Warner in his recent
volume. See also Mr. Lawton's 'Art and Humanity in Homer,' pages
193-242. The most important translations not represented here are
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THE TROJAN ELDERS AND HELEN
From the Iliad, iii. 149-160
THESE
HESE elders sate beside the gate, where passed that wondrous
fair.
Them hoary eld had loosed from fight, but their voice was
clear and strong,
With mellow wisdom's word of might, to sway the Trojan throng;
Like the blithe cricket on the tree, that stirs the leafy bower
With tremulous floods of whirring glee, in the bright and sunny hour,
Close by the gate these elders sate, and looked down from the tower.
And when they saw the lovely Helen tread the path below,
They from their breast forth sent the winged words, and whispered
SO:
Soothly nor Trojan men nor Greeks should reap great crop of blame,
That they did suffer sorrow and teen so long for such a dame,
Who like a goddess walks-not one from mortal womb who came.
Nathless we wish her gentle speed, across the briny waters,
That she no more may mischief breed, to our blameless sons and
daughters.
Translation of John Stuart Blackie.
PARIS, HECTOR, AND HELEN
From the Iliad, vi. 332-362
THE
HEN, in reply to his brother, thus spake Alexander the godlike:
"Hector, indeed you reproach me with justice, no more than I
merit.
Therefore to you will I speak, and do you give attention and hearken.
Not out of rage at the Trojans so much, nor yet in resentment
Here in my chamber I sate, but I wished to give way to my sorrow.
Yet even now my wife, with gentle entreaty consoling,
Bade me go forth to the fray, and I too think it is better.
Victory comes unto this one in turn, and again to another.
Tarry a moment, I pray, till I don mine armor for battle;
Or do you go, and I will pursue, and I think overtake you. "
So did he speak; and to him bright-helmeted Hector replied not.
Helen, however, with gentlest accents spoke and addressed him:-
"Brother of mine,- of a wretch, of a worker of evil, a horror!
Would that the selfsame day whereon my mother had borne me,
I had been seized and swept by the furious breath of the storm-wind
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There had I met my doom, ere yet these deeds were accomplished!
Or, as the gods had appointed for me this destiny wretched,
Truly I wish I had been with a man more valorous wedded,
Who would have heeded the scorn of the folk and their bitter resent-
ment.
Never a steadfast spirit in this man abides, nor will it
Ever hereafter be found; and methinks his reward will be ready! -
Nay, but I pray you to enter, and here on a chair to be seated,
Brother, for on your heart most heavily laid is the burden
Wrought by my own base deeds, and the sinful madness of Paris.
Evil the destiny surely that Zeus for us twain has appointed,
Doomed to be subjects of song among men of a far generation. ”
Then unto her made answer the great bright-helmeted Hector:
“Helena, bid me not sit,-nor will you, tho' gracious, persuade me.
Eagerly yearns my spirit to fight in defense of the Trojans,
While among them there is longing already for me in my absence. "
Translation of William C. Lawton.
HECTOR TO HIS WIFE
From the Iliad, vi. 441-455
"I
TOO have thought of all this, dear wife, but I fear the reproaches
Both of the Trojan youths and the long-robed maidens of Troja,
If like a cowardly churl I should keep me aloof from the combat:
Nor would my spirit permit; for well I have learnt to be valiant,
Fighting aye 'mong the first of the Trojans marshaled in battle,
Striving to keep the renown of my sire and my own unattainted.
Well, too well, do I know,- both my mind and my spirit agreeing,—
That there will be a day when sacred Troja shall perish.
Priam will perish too, and the people of Priam, the spear-armed.
Still, I have not such care for the Trojans doomed to destruction,
No, nor for Hecuba's self, nor for Priam, the monarch, my father,
Nor for my brothers' fate, who though they be many and valiant,
All in the dust may lie low by the hostile spears of Achaia,
As for thee, when some youth of the brazen-mailèd Achæans
Weeping shall bear thee away, and bereave thee for ever of freedom.
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―
FATHER AND SON
From the Iliad, vi. 466-497
TH
HUS having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy
Stretched his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy.
The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast,
Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest.
With sacred pleasure each fond parent smiled,
And Hector hasted to relieve his child;
The glittering terrors from his brows unbound,
And placed the beaming helmet on the ground;
Then kissed the child, and lifting high in air,
Thus to the gods preferred a father's prayer:-
"O thou whose glory fills the ethereal throne,
And all ye deathless powers, protect my son!
Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown,
To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown,
Against his country's foes the war to wage,
And rise the Hector of the future age!
So when, triumphant from successful toils,
Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils,
Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim,
And say, 'This chief transcends his father's fame;'
While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy,
His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy. "
He spoke, and fondly gazing on her charms,
Restored the pleasing burden to her arms;
Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid,
Hushed to repose, and with a smile surveyed.
The troubled pleasure soon chastised by fear,
She mingled with the smile a tender tear.
The softened chief with kind compassion viewed,
And dried the falling drops, and thus pursued:-
"Andromache! my soul's far better part!
Why with untimely sorrows heaves thy heart?
No hostile hand can antedate my doom,
Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb.
Fixed is the term to all the race of earth;
And such the hard condition of our birth,
No force can then resist, no flight can save;
All sink alike, the fearful and the brave.
No more - but hasten to thy tasks at home,
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Me glory summons to the martial scene,—
The field of combat is the sphere for men;
Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim,
The first in danger as the first in fame. "
Thus having said, the glorious chief resumes
His towery helmet, black with shading plumes.
His princess parts with a prophetic sigh;
Unwilling parts, and oft reverts her eye,
That streamed at every look; then moving slow,
Sought her own palace and indulged er woe.
Pope's Translation.
ACHILLES REFUSES TO AID THE GREEKS
From the Iliad, ix. 307-347
WHO
HOм answered thus Achilles, swift of foot:-
"Heaven-born Ulysses, sage in council, son
Of great Laertes, I must frankly speak
My mind at once, my fixed resolve declare:
That from henceforth I may not by the Greeks,
By this man and by that, be importuned.
Him as the gates of hell my soul abhors,
Whose outward words his inmost thoughts conceal.
Hear then what seems to me the wisest course.
On me nor Agamemnon, Atreus's son,
Nor others shall prevail, since naught is gained
By toil unceasing in the battle-field.
Who nobly fight, but share with those who skulk;
Like honors gain the coward and the brave;
Alike the idlers and the active die:
And naught it profits me, though day by day
In constant toil I set my life at stake;
But as a bird, though ill she fare herself,
Brings to her callow brood the food she takes,
So I through many a sleepless night have lain,
And many a bloody day have labored through,
Engaged in battle on your wives' behalf.
Twelve cities have I taken with my ships:
Eleven more by land on Trojan soil.
From all of these abundant stores of wealth
I took, and all to Agamemnon gave;
He, safe on board his ships, my spoils received,
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To other chiefs and kings he meted out
Their sev'ral portions, and they hold them still;
From me, from me alone of all the Greeks,
He bore away, and keeps, my cherished wife.
But say then, why do Greeks with Trojans fight?
Why hath Atrides brought this mighty host
To Troy, if not in fair-haired Helen's cause?
Of mortals are there none that love their wives,
Save Atreus's sons alone? or do not all,
Who boast the praise of sense and virtue, love
And cherish each his own? as her I loved
Ev'n from my soul, though captive of my spear.
Now, since he once hath robbed me, and deceived,
Let him not seek my aid; I know him now,
And am not to be won; let him devise,
With thee, Ulysses, and the other kings,
How best from hostile fires to save his ships. "
Translation of Edward, Earl of Derby.
HECTOR PURSUED BY ACHILLES AROUND TROY
From the Iliad, xxii. 136-185
ECTOR beheld and trembled: naught he dared
Η
To wait, but left the gates, and shuddering flew.
Achilleus with swift feet behind him fared.
As mountain hawk, most fleet of feathered crew,
A trembling dove doth easily pursue;
Swerving she flutters; he, intent to seize,
With savage scream close hounds her through the blue;-
So keenly he swept onward; Hector flees
Beneath his own Troy wall, and plies his limber knees.
All past the watch-tower and the fig-tree tall
Along the chariot road at speed they fare,
Still swerving outward from the city's wall;
Then reach the two fair-flowing streamlets, where
Scamander's twofold source breaks forth to air.
One flows in a warm tide, and steam doth go
Up from it, as a blazing fire were there;
But the other runs in summer's midmost glow
Cold as the frozen hail, or ice, or chilly snow.
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Troy's wives and daughters washed, ere to the land
The foeman came, in happy peaceful tide.
Flying and following, these they ran beside,
He good that flies, he better that pursues;
For no fat victim 'twas, nor bullock's hide,
Such meed as men for conquering runners choose,
But Hector's life the prize they ran to win or lose.
Look how prize-bearing horses, hard of hoof,
Circle about the goal with eager bound,
And a great guerdon stands, not far aloof,
Tripod or woman, at the funeral mound
Of some dead chief; so thrice they circled round
King Priam's town, their swift feet winged for flight:
While all the gods Olympus's summit crowned,
Looking from high to see the wondrous sight;
And thus the almighty Sire their counsel did invite:
"Alas! I see a loved one with mine eyes
Chased round the city: and my heart doth bleed
For Hector, for that many an ox's thighs
He burnt, where Ida overlooks the mead,
Or in the topmost tower; now with fell speed
Achilleus hunts him round King Priam's town.
But come, ye gods, take counsel and arede,
Or shall we save him now, or strike him down
Under Achilleus's spear, despite his fair renown. "
To him stern-eyed Athene answered so:
"Dread Thunderer in dark cloud, what words are these?
What, a mere mortal, fated long ago,
Wouldst thou set free from death's severe decrees?
Do it; but us gods thy doing shall not please. "
And cloud-compelling Zeus in turn rejoined:
"Take heart, dear child, and set thy soul at ease;
I meant it not, but would to thee be kind:
Now do it, nor delay, whate'er is in thy mind. "
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HECTOR'S FUNERAL RITES
Close of the Iliad-xxiv. 777-804
THE
HESE words made even the commons mourn, to whom the king
said: "Friends,
Now fetch wood for our funeral fire, nor fear the foe intends
Ambush, or any violence: Achilles gave his word,
At my dismission, that twelve days he would keep sheathed his
sword,
And all men's else. " Thus oxen, mules, in chariots straight they put,
Went forth, and an unmeasured pile of sylvan matter cut,
Nine days employed in carriage, but when the tenth morn shined
On wretched mortals, then they brought the fit-to-be-divined
Forth to be burned. Troy swum in tears. Upon the pile's most
height
They laid the person, and gave fire. All day it burned, all night.
But when the eleventh morn let on earth her rosy fingers shine,
The people flocked about the pile, and first with blackish wine
Quenched all the flames. His brothers then, and friends, the snowy
bones
Gathered into an urn of gold, still pouring on their moans.
Then wrapt they in soft purple veils the rich urn, digged a pit,
Graved it, rammed up the grave with stones, and quickly built to it
A sepulchre. But while that work and all the funeral rites
Were in performance, guards were held at all parts, days and nights,
For fear of false surprise before they had imposed the crown
To these solemnities. The tomb advanced once, all the town
In Jove-nursed Priam's court partook a passing sumptuous feast:
And so horse-taming Hector's rites gave up his soul to rest.
Translation of George Chapman.
THE EPISODE OF NAUSICAA
FROM THE ODYSSEY
I. — Book vi. , 1–84.
Translation of George H. Palmer. Copyright 1884, by G.
H. Palmer. Reprinted by permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co. , pub-
lishers, Boston.
HUS long-tried royal Odysseus slumbered here, heavy with
sleep and toil; but Athene went to the land and town of
the Phæacians. This people once in ancient times lived in
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plundered them, being in strength more powerful than they.
Moving them thence, godlike Nausithous, their leader, established
them at Scheria, far from toiling men. He ran a wall around
the town, built houses there, made temples for the gods, and laid
out farms; but Nausithous had met his doom and gone to the
house of Hades, and Alcinous now was reigning, trained in wis-
dom by the gods. To this man's dwelling came the goddess,
clear-eyed Athene, planning a safe return for brave Odysseus.
She hastened to a chamber, richly wrought, in which a maid
was sleeping, of form and beauty like the immortals, Nausicaa,
daughter of generous Alcinous. Near by, two damsels, dowered
with beauty by the Graces, slept by the threshold, one on either
hand. The shining doors were shut; but Athene, like a breath
of air, moved to the maid's couch, stood by her head, and thus
addressed her,-taking the likeness of the daughter of Dymas,
the famous seaman, a maiden just Nausicaa's age, dear to her
heart. Taking her guise, thus spoke clear-eyed Athene:—
"Nausicaa, how did your mother bear a child so heedless?
Your gay clothes lie uncared for, though the wedding-time is
near, when you must wear fine clothes yourself and furnish them
to those that may attend you. From things like these a good
repute arises, and father and honored mother are made glad.
Then let us go a-washing at the dawn of day, and I will go to
help, that you may soon be ready; for really not much longer
will you be a maid. Already you have for suitors the chief
ones of the land throughout Phæacia, where you too were born.
Come, then, beg your good father early in the morning to har-
ness the mules and cart, so as to carry the men's clothes, gowns,
and bright-hued rugs. Yes, and for you yourself it is more
decent so than setting forth on foot: the pools are far from the
town. "
Saying this, clear-eyed Athene passed away, off to Olympus,
where they say the dwelling of the gods stands fast forever.
Never with winds is it disturbed, nor by the rain made wet, nor
does the snow come near; but everywhere the upper air spreads
cloudless, and a bright radiance plays over all: and there the
blessed gods are happy all their days. Thither now came the
clear-eyed one, when she had spoken with the maid.
Soon bright-throned morning came, and waked fair-robed Nau-
sicaa. She marveled at the dream, and hastened through the house
to tell it to her parents, her dear father and her mother. She
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found them still indoors: her mother sat by the hearth among
the waiting-women, spinning sea-purple yarn; she met her father
at the door, just going forth to join the famous princes at the
council, to which the high Phæacians summoned him. So, stand-
ing close beside him, she said to her dear father:—
"Papa dear, could you not have the wagon harnessed for me,
-the high one, with good wheels,- to take my nice clothes to
the river to be washed, which now are lying dirty? Surely for
you yourself it is but proper, when you are with the first men
holding councils, that you should wear clean clothing. Five good
sons too are here at home,-two married, and three merry young
men still, and they are always wanting to go to the dance
wearing fresh clothes. And this is all a trouble on my mind. "
Such were her words, for she was shy of naming the glad
marriage to her father; but he understood it all, and answered
thus:
―
"I do not grudge the mules, my child, nor anything beside.
Go! Quickly shall the servant harness the wagon for you,—the
high one, with good wheels, fitted with rack above. "
Saying this he called to the servants, who gave heed. Out
in the court they made the easy mule cart ready; they brought
the mules, and yoked them to the wagon. The maid took from
her room her pretty clothing, and stowed it in the polished
wagon; her mother put in a chest, food the maid liked, of every
kind, put dainties in, and poured some wine into a goatskin
bottle, the maid, meanwhile, had got into the wagon,—and
gave her in a golden flask some liquid oil, that she might bathe
and anoint herself, she and the waiting-women. Nausicaa took
the whip and the bright reins, and cracked the whip to start.
There was a clatter of the mules, and steadily they pulled, drawing
the clothing and the maid,-yet not alone; beside her went the
waiting-women too.
C
II. — Book vi. , 85-197. Translation of Butcher and Lang
NOW WHEN they were come to the beautiful stream of the
river, where truly were the unfailing cisterns, and bright water
welled up free from beneath, and flowed past, enough to wash
the foulest garments clean, there the girls unharnessed the mules.
from under the chariot, and turning them loose they drove them
along the banks of the eddying river to graze on the sweet
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hands, and bore them to the black water, and briskly trod them
down in the trenches, in busy rivalry. Now when they had
washed and cleansed all the stains, they spread all out in order
along the shore of the deep, even where the sea, in beating on
the coast, washed the pebbles clean. Then having bathed and
anointed them well with olive oil, they took their midday meal
on the river's banks, waiting till the clothes should dry in the
brightness of the sun. Anon, when they were satisfied with.
food, the maidens and the princess, they fell to playing at ball,
casting away their tires, and among them Nausicaa of the white
arms began the song. And even as Artemis the archer moveth
down the mountain, either along the ridges of lofty Taygetus
or Erymanthus, taking her pastime in the chase of boars and
swift deer, and with her the wild wood-nymphs disport them, the
daughters of Zeus, lord of the ægis, and Leto is glad at heart,
while high over all she rears her head and brows, and easily may
she be known, but all are fair; even so the girl unwed out-
shone her maiden company.
But when now she was about going homewards, after yoking
the mules and folding up the goodly raiment, then gray-eyed
Athene turned to other thoughts, that so Odysseus might awake,
and see the lovely maiden who should be his guide to the city
of the Phæacian men. So then the princess threw the ball at
one of her company; she missed the girl, and cast the ball into
the deep eddying current, whereat they all raised a piercing cry.
Then the goodly Odysseus awoke and sat up, pondering in his
heart and spirit:-
"Woe is me! to what men's land am I come now? say, are
they froward and wild, and. unjust, or are they hospitable and
of God-fearing mind? How shrill a cry of maidens rings round
me, of the nymphs that hold the steep hill-tops, and the river
springs, and the grassy water meadows. It must be, methinks,
that I am
near men of human speech. Go to; I myself will
make trial and see. "
Therewith the goodly Odysseus crept out from under the
coppice, having broken with his strong hand a leafy bough from
the thick wood, to hold athwart his body, that it might hide his
nakedness withal. And forth he sallied like a lion of the hills,
trusting in his strength, who fares out under wind and rain, and
his eyes are all on fire. And he goes amid the kine or the sheep
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assay upon the flocks, even within a close-penned fold. Even so
Odysseus was fain to draw nigh to the fair-dressed maidens, all
naked as he was, such need had come upon him. But he was
terrible in their eyes, all marred as he was with the salt foam,
and they fled cowering here and there about the jutting spits
of shore. And the daughter of Alcinous alone stood firm, for
Athene gave her courage of heart, and took all trembling from
her limbs. So she halted and stood over against him, and Odys-
seus considered whether he should clasp the knees of the lovely
maiden, and so make his prayer, or should stand as he was, apart,
and beseech her with smooth words, if haply she might show him
the town and give him raiment. And as he thought within him-
self, it seemed better to stand apart, and beseech her with smooth
words, lest the maiden should be angered with him if he touched
her knees; so straightway he spoke a sweet and cunning word:
"I supplicate thee, O queen, whether thou art some goddess or a
mortal! If indeed thou art a goddess of them that keep the wide
heaven, to Artemis, then, the daughter of great Zeus, I mainly
liken thee, for beauty and stature and shapeliness. But if thou
art one of the daughters of men who dwell on earth, thrice
blessed are thy father and thy lady mother, and thrice blessed
thy brethren. Surely their hearts ever glow with gladness for
thy sake, each time they see thee entering the dance, so fair a
flower of maidens. But he is of heart the most blessed beyond
all other who shall prevail with gifts of wooing, and lead thee
to his home. Never have mine eyes beheld such an one among
mortals, neither man nor woman; great awe comes upon me as
I look on thee. Yet in Delos once I saw as goodly a thing: a
young sapling of a palm-tree springing by the altar of Apollo.
For thither too I went, and much people with me, on that path
where my sore troubles were to be. Yea, and when I looked
thereupon, long time, I marveled in spirit,- for never grew there
yet so goodly a shoot from ground,- even in such wise as I won-
der at thee, lady, and am astonied and do greatly fear to touch
thy knees, though grievous sorrow is upon me. Yesterday, on
the twentieth day, I escaped from the wine-dark deep, but all
that time continually the wave bore me, and the vehement winds
drave, from the isle Ogygia. And now some god has cast me on
this shore, and here too, methinks, some evil may betide me: for
I trow not that evil will cease; the gods ere that time will yet
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>>>>
after many trials and sore, to thee first of all I come; and of the
other folk, who hold this city and land, I know no man. Nay,
show me the town, give me an old garment to cast about me, if
thou hadst, when thou camest here, any wrap for the linen. And
may the gods grant thee all thy heart's desire: a husband and a
home, and a mind at one with his may they give-a good gift;
for there is nothing mightier and nobler than when man and
wife are of one heart and mind in a house, a grief to their foes,
and to their friends great joy, but their own hearts know it best.
Then Nausicaa of the white arms answered him, and said:
"Stranger, forasmuch as thou seemest no evil man nor foolish —
and it is Olympian Zeus himself that giveth weal to men, to
the good and to the evil to each one as he will, and this thy
lot doubtless is of him, and so thou must in anywise endure
it; - and now, since thou hast come to our city and our land,
thou shalt not lack raiment, nor aught else that is the due of
a hapless suppliant when he has met them who can befriend
him. And I will show thee the town, and name the name of the
people. The Phæacians hold this city and land, and I am the
daughter of Alcinous, great of heart, on whom all the might and
force of the Phæacians depend. "
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III. -Book vi. , 198-254. Translation of William Cullen Bryant. Copyright
1871, by James R. Osgood. Reprinted by permission of the publishers,
Houghton, Mifflin & Co. , Boston.
So SPAKE the damsel, and commanded thus
Her fair-haired maids: "Stay! whither do ye flee,
My handmaids, when a man appears in sight?
Ye think, perhaps, he is some enemy.
Nay, there is no man living now, nor yet
Will live, to enter, bringing war, the land
Of the Phæacians. Very dear are they
To the great gods. We dwell apart, afar
Within the unmeasured deep, amid its waves
The most remote of men; no other race
Hath commerce with us. This man comes to us
A wanderer and unhappy, and to him
Our cares are due. The stranger and the poor
Are sent by Jove, and slight regards to them
Are grateful. Maidens, give the stranger food
And drink, and take him to the river-side
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So spake the mistress; and they stayed their flight
And bade each other stand, and led the chief
Under a shelter as the royal maid,
Daughter of stout Alcinous, gave command,
And laid a cloak and tunic near the spot
To be his raiment, and a golden cruse
Of limpid oil. Then, as they bade him bathe
In the fresh stream, the noble chieftain said:-
"Withdraw, ye maidens, hence, while I prepare
To cleanse my shoulders from the bitter brine,
And to anoint them; long have these my limbs
Been unfreshed by oil. I will not bathe
Before you. I should be ashamed to stand
Unclothed in presence of these bright-haired maids. "
He spake; they hearkened and withdrew, and told
The damsel what he said. Ulysses then
Washed the salt spray of ocean from his back
And his broad shoulders in the flowing stream,
And wiped away the sea froth from his brows.
And when the bath was over, and his limbs
Had been anointed, and he had put on
The garments sent him by the spotless maid,
Jove's daughter, Pallas, caused him to appear
Of statelier size and more majestic mien,
And bade the locks that crowned his head flow down,
Curling like blossoms of the hyacinth.
As when some skillful workman trained and taught
By Vulcan and Minerva in his art
Binds the bright silver with a verge of gold,
And graceful in his handiwork, such grace
Did Pallas shed upon the hero's brow
And shoulders, as he passed along the beach,
And, glorious in his beauty and the pride
Of noble bearing, sat aloof. The maid
Admired, and to her bright-haired women spake:-
"Listen to me, my maidens, while I speak.
This man comes not among the godlike sons
Of the Phæacian stock against the will
Of all the gods of heaven. I thought him late
Of an unseemly aspect; now he bears
A likeness to the immortal ones whose home
Is the broad heaven. I would that I might call
A man like him my husband, dwelling here.
And here content to dwell. Now hasten, maids,
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She spake; they heard and cheerfully obeyed,
And set before Ulysses food and wine.
The patient chief Ulysses ate and drank
Full eagerly, for he had fasted long.
White-armed Nausicaa then had other cares.
She placed the smoothly folded robes within
The sumptuous chariot, yoked the firm-hoofed mules,
And mounted to her place, and from the seat
Spake kindly, counseling Ulysses thus:-
IV. - Book vi. , 255-331. Translation of Philip Worsley
"STRANGER, bestir thyself to seek the town,
That to my father's mansion I may lead
Thee following, there to meet the flower and crown
Of the Phæacian people. But take heed
(Not senseless dost thou seem in word or deed),
While 'mid the fields and works of men we go,
After the mules, in the wain's track, to speed,
Girt with this virgin company, and lo!
I will myself drive first, and all the road will show.
"When we the city reach - a castled crown
Of wall encircles it from end to end,
And a fair haven, on each side the town,
Framed with fine entrance, doth our barks defend,
Which, where the terrace by the shore doth wend,
Line the long coast; to all and each large space,
Docks, and deep shelter, doth that haven lend;
There, paved with marble, our great market-place
Doth with its arms Poseidon's beauteous fane embrace.
"All instruments marine they fashion there,
Cordage and canvas and the tapering oar;
Since not for bow nor quiver do they care,
But masts and well-poised ships and naval store,
Wherewith the foam-white ocean they explore
Rejoicing. There I fear for my good name,
For in the land dwell babblers evermore,
Proud, supercilious, who might work me shame
Hereafter with sharp tongues of cavil and quick blame.
"Haply would ask some losel, meeting me,
'Where did she find this stranger tall and brave
Who is it? He then will her husband be-
Perchance some far-off foreigner - whom the wave
(For none dwell near us) on our island drave.
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Or have her long prayers made a god come down,
Whom all her life she shall for husband have?
Wisely she sought him, for she spurns our town,
Though wooed by many a chief of high worth and renown. '
"So will they speak this slander to my shame;
Yea, if another made the like display,
Her I myself should be the first to blame,
If in the public streets she should essay
To mix with men before her marriage day,
Against her father's and her mother's will.
Now, stranger, well remember what I say,
So mayst thou haply in good haste fulfill
Thy journey, with safe-conduct, by my father's will:-
"Hard by the roadside an illustrious grove,
Athene's, all of poplar, thou shalt find.
Through it a streaming rivulet doth rove,
And the rich meadow-lands around it wind.
There the estate lies to my sire assigned,
There his fat vineyards-from the town so far
As a man's shout may travel. There reclined
Tarry such while, and thy approach debar,
Till we belike within my father's mansion are.
"Then to the town Phæacian, and inquire
(Plain is the house, a child might be thy guide)
Where dwells Alcinous my large-hearted sire.
Not like the houses reared on every side
Stands that wherein Alcinous doth abide,
But easy to be known. But when the wall
And court inclose thee, with an eager stride
Move through the noble spaces of the hall,
And with firm eye seek out my mother first of all.
"She in the firelight near the hearth doth twine,
Sitting, the purpled yarn; her maids are seen
Behind her; there my sire, enthroned, his wine
Quaffs like a god; both on the pillar lean.
Him passing urge thy supplication keen,
My mother's knees enclasping. If but she
Think kindness in her heart, good hope, I ween,
Remains, however far thy bourne may be,
That country, friends, and home thou yet shalt live to
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She ended, and the mules with glittering lash
Plied, who soon leave the river in their rear.
Onward continuously their swift feet flash.
She like an understanding charioteer
Scourged them with judgment, and their course did steer
So to precede Odysseus and the rest.
And the sun fell and they the grove came near.