A HYMNE TO APOLLO.
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With safe passe on Alphæus. Pylos sands
And Pylian dwellers: keeping by the strands
On which th'Inhabitants of Crunius dwell:
And Helida, set opposite to Hell.
Chaleis, and Dymes reach't; And happily
Made saile by Pheras: All being ouer-ioide
With that francke Gale, that Ioue himselfe emploid.
And then amongst the cloudes, they might descrie,
The Hill, that far-seene Ithaca, calls her Eie.
Dulichius, Samos, and, (with timber grac't)
Shadie Zacynthus. But when now they past
Peloponesus all: And then, when show'de
The infinite Vale of Crissa, that doth shroud
All rich Moræa, with her liberall brest:
So francke a Gale, there flew out of the West;
As all the skie discouered; twas so great,
And blew so from the verise Counsell seat
Of Ioue himselfe: that quickly it might send
The ship through full Seas, to her iourneys end.
From thence, they saild, (quite opposite) to the East,
And to the Region, where light leaues his rest.
The Light himselfe being sacred Pylot there;
And made the Sea-trod ship, ariue them nere
The Grapefull Crissa; where he rest doth take;
Close to her Port, and sands. And then forth brake
The far-shot King; like to a starre that strowes
His glorious forehead, where the Mid-day glowes,
That all in sparkles, did his state attire,
And Pylian dwellers: keeping by the strands
On which th'Inhabitants of Crunius dwell:
And Helida, set opposite to Hell.
Chaleis, and Dymes reach't; And happily
Made saile by Pheras: All being ouer-ioide
With that francke Gale, that Ioue himselfe emploid.
And then amongst the cloudes, they might descrie,
The Hill, that far-seene Ithaca, calls her Eie.
Dulichius, Samos, and, (with timber grac't)
Shadie Zacynthus. But when now they past
Peloponesus all: And then, when show'de
The infinite Vale of Crissa, that doth shroud
All rich Moræa, with her liberall brest:
So francke a Gale, there flew out of the West;
As all the skie discouered; twas so great,
And blew so from the verise Counsell seat
Of Ioue himselfe: that quickly it might send
The ship through full Seas, to her iourneys end.
From thence, they saild, (quite opposite) to the East,
And to the Region, where light leaues his rest.
The Light himselfe being sacred Pylot there;
And made the Sea-trod ship, ariue them nere
The Grapefull Crissa; where he rest doth take;
Close to her Port, and sands. And then forth brake
The far-shot King; like to a starre that strowes
His glorious forehead, where the Mid-day glowes,
That all in sparkles, did his state attire,
