While yet I speak, the shade disdains to stay.
In silence turns, and sullen stalks away.

Book XI.

Published 1 October 1806. by FJ.Du Roveray London.

BOOK XI.

Now to the shores we bend, a mournful train,
Climb the tall bark, and launch into the main:
At once the mast we rear, at once unbind
The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind:
Then pale and pensive stand, with cares opprest, 5
And solemn horror saddens ev'ry breast.
A fresh'ning breeze the magic pow'r supply'd,
While the wing'd vessel flew along the tide;
Our oars we shipp'd: all day the swelling sails
Full from the guiding pilot catch'd the gales. 10

Now sunk the sun from his aërial height,
And o'er the shaded billows rush'd the night:
When lo! we reach'd old Ocean's utmost bounds,
Where rocks control his waves with ever-during
mounds.

There in a lonely land, and gloomy cells, 15 The dusky nation of Cimmeria dwells;

The sun ne'er views th' uncomfortable seats,

When radiant he advances, or retreats:

Unhappy race! whom endless night invades,

Clouds the dull air, and wraps them round in

shades.

The ship we moor on these obscure abodes; Disbark the sheep, an off'ring to the gods; And hell-ward bending, o'er the beach descry The dolesome passage to th' infernal sky.

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The victims, vow'd to each Tartarean pow'r, 25 Eurylochus and Perimedes bore.

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Here open'd hell, all hell I here implor'd, And from the scabbard drew the shining sword; And trenching the black earth on ev'ry side, A cavern form'd, a cubit long and wide. New wine, with honey-temper'd milk, we bring, Then living waters from the crystal spring; O'er these was strew'd the consecrated flour,

And on the surface shone the holy store.

Now the wan shades we hail, th' infernal

gods,

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To speed our course, and waft us o'er the floods:

So shall a barren heifer from the stall

Beneath the knife upon your altars fall;

So in our palace, at our safe return,

Rich with unnumber'd gifts the pile shall burn;

So shall a ram the largest of the breed,
Black as these regions, to Tiresias bleed.

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Thus solemn rites and holy vows we paid To all the phantom-nations of the dead. Then died the sheep; a purple torrent flow'd, 45 And all the caverns smok'd with streaming blood. When lo! appear'd along the dusky coasts, Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts;

Fair, pensive youths, and soft enamour'd maids; And wither'd elders, pale and wrinkled shades; 50 Ghastly with wounds the forms of warriors slain Stalk'd with majestic port, a martial train:

These and a thousand more swarm'd o'er the

ground,

And all the dire assembly shriek'd around.

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Astonish'd at the sight, aghast I stood,
And a cold fear ran shiv'ring through my blood;
Straight I command the sacrifice to haste,

Straight the flay'd victims to the flames are cast,
And mutter'd vows, and mystic song apply'd
To grisly Pluto, and his gloomy bride.

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Now swift I wav'd my falchion o'er the blood; Back started the pale throngs, and trembling

stood,