their Teutonic home. It relates three great adventures of its hero, and tells us something of his life from boyhood until his death. It has the dignity and stateliness required by the epic form, and the life led by Hrothgar, Beowulf, and Hygelac, the principal persons of the story, has much of the simplicity of greatness that we have already noted in the Homeric epic.

Of the epic in other countries there is no space to treat. Many sagas, or herostories, have come down to us from Icelandic, Norse, and old German sources. Some of these have been retold in modern verse by Arnold in "Balder Dead" and by William Morris in the "Earthly Paradise." A mass of German legend attained epic form in the Middle Ages in the Nibelungenlied, and some of these stories were used by Wagner in his operas. In France, the Song of Roland is the greatest of a large number of epic tales that grew up around the name of Charlemagne and his knights, while the Arthurian legend, made English by the prose of Malory's Morte d'Arthur in the fifteenth century and Tennyson's

Idylls of the King in the nineteenth, first took on epic form in French poetry of the twelfth century.

Later epics are imitations of the heroic poems that sprang from peoples just attaining national consciousness and a relatively high state of civilization. Spenser's Faerie Queene is one of these, belonging to the end of the sixteenth century, and adapting some of the character of the Arthurian romances to an allegory of the founding of England, the greatness of the reign of Elizabeth, and the character of the ideal hero as conceived by the people of Shakespeare's time. A century later John Milton wrote the epic of Paradise Lost, biblical rather than historical in theme, imitative of Vergil, but summing up the thought of his time in regard to Providence and man's destiny. No epic of the founding of the United States exists, but Longfellow gathered many Indian legends into a noble poem expressive of Indian character and civilization, so that Hiawatha became, in our thought at least, the Ulysses or Aeneas of his race.

The insolent race of Cyclops, and endured Wrong from their mightier hands. A godlike chief,

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Nausithoüs, led them to a new abode,
And planted them in Scheria, far away
From plotting neighbors. With a wall he
fenced

Their city, built them dwellings there, and reared

Fanes to the gods, and changed the plain to fields.

But he had bowed to death, and had gone down

To Hades; and Alcinoüs, whom the gods 14
Endowed with wisdom, governed in his stead.
Now to his palace, planning the return
Of the magnanimous Ulysses, came
The blue-eyed goddess Pallas, entering
The gorgeous chamber where a damsel slept,
Nausicaä, daughter of the large-souled king
Alcinoüs, beautiful in form and face
As one of the immortals. Near her lay,
And by the portal, one on either side,
Fair as the Graces, two attendant maids.
The shining doors were shut. But Pallas came
As comes a breath of air, and stood beside
The damsel's head and spake. In look she
seemed

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The daughter of the famous mariner
Dymas, a maiden whom Nausicaä loved,
The playmate of her girlhood. In her shape
The blue-eyed goddess stood, and thus she
said:

*For the pronunciation of proper names, see page 235.

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3. Pallas, one of the Greek goddesses, wise in the industries of peace and skilled in the arts of war, called by the Romans Minerva. 6. Cyclops, a race of giants having but one eye, and that in the middle of the forehead, fabled to inhabit Sicily. 9. Scheria, a mythical island, identified by the ancients with Corcyra. 14. Hades, the invisible lower world, the abode of the dead.

"Nausicaä, has thy mother then brought forth

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A careless housewife? Thy magnificent robes
Lie still neglected, though thy marriage day
Is near, when thou art to array thyself
In seemly garments, and bestow the like
On those who lead thee to the bridal rite;
For thus the praise of men is won, and thus
Thy father and thy gracious mother both
Will be rejoiced. Now with the early dawn
Let us all hasten to the washing-place.
I too would go with thee, and help thee there,
That thou mayst sooner end the task, for thou
Not long wilt be unwedded. Thou art wooed
Already by the noblest of the race

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Of the Phæacians, for thy birth, like theirs,
Is of the noblest. Make thy suit at morn
To thy illustrious father, that he bid
His mules and car be harnessed to convey
Thy girdles, robes, and mantles marvelous
In beauty. That were seemlier than to walk,
Since distant from the town the lavers lie."
Thus having said, the blue-eyed Pallas went
Back to Olympus, where the gods have made,
So saith tradition, their eternal seat.
The tempest shakes it not, nor is it drenched
By showers, and there the snow doth never
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And sat upright, discoursing to himself:
"Ah me! upon what region am I thrown?
What men are here-wild, savage, and unjust,
Or hospitable and who hold the gods
In reverence? There are voices in the air,
Womanly voices, as of nymphs that haunt 154
The mountain summits, and the river-founts,
And the moist, grassy meadows. Or perchance
Am I near men who have the power of speech?
Nay, let me then go forth at once and learn."
Thus having said, the great Ulysses left
The thicket. From the close-grown wood he rent
With his strong hand a branch well set with
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And wound it as a covering round his waist.
Then like a mountain lion he went forth,
That walks abroad, confiding in his strength,
In rain and wind; his eyes shoot fire; he falls
On oxen, or on sheep, or forest-deer,
For hunger prompts him even to attack
The flock within its closely guarded fold.
Such seemed Ulysses when about to meet
Those fair-haired maidens, naked as he was,
But forced by strong necessity. To them 171
His look was frightful, for his limbs were foul
With sea-foam yet. To right and left they fled
Along the jutting river-banks. Alone
The daughter of Alcinoüs kept her place, 175
For Pallas gave her courage and forbade
Her limbs to tremble. So she waited there.
Ulysses pondered whether to approach
The bright-eyed damsel and embrace her knees
And supplicate, or, keeping yet aloof,
Pray her with soothing words to show the way
Townward and give him garments. Musing

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Beholding such a scion of their house
Enter the choral dance. But happiest he
Beyond them all, who, bringing princely gifts,
Shall bear thee to his home a bride; for sure
I never looked on one of mortal race,
Woman or man, like thee, and as I gaze
I wonder. Like to thee I saw of late,
In Delos, a young palm-tree growing up
Beside Apollo's altar; for I sailed
To Delos, with much people following me,
On a disastrous voyage. Long I gazed
Upon it wonder-struck, as I am now-
For never from the earth so fair a tree
Had sprung. So marvel I, and am amazed
At thee, O lady, and in awe forbear
To clasp thy knees. Yet much have I endured.
It was but yestereve that I escaped
From the black sea, upon the twentieth day,
So long the billows and the rushing gales 215
Farther and farther from Ogygia's isle
Had borne me. Now upon this shore some god
Casts me, perchance to meet new sufferings
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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 267
To bathe where there is shelter from the wind."
So spake the mistress; and they stayed their
flight

To cleanse my shoulders from the bitter brine, And to anoint them; long have these my limbs Been unrefreshed by oil. I will not bathe 280 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 284 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

"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, And set before the stranger food and wine."