HOMER in a Nutshell.
7
Travers'd the curling Tide, a hungry Pest,
With Jaws Tartarian and erected Crest.
The yellow Knight near Danger apprehends,
And biting poor Pilgarlick's Fingers-ends,
Breaks his Embrace, and into Mud descends.
In vain the vig'rous Chief deserted sprawls,
Beats the vext Element, and pants, and calls.
Thrice through th' Abyss unwillingly he sinks,
Emerges thrice, yet soon chill Death he drinks,
For now the soaky Hide too pond'rous grew,
And boding thus he bid the Light adieu.
With Jaws Tartarian and erected Crest.
The yellow Knight near Danger apprehends,
And biting poor Pilgarlick's Fingers-ends,
Breaks his Embrace, and into Mud descends.
In vain the vig'rous Chief deserted sprawls,
Beats the vext Element, and pants, and calls.
Thrice through th' Abyss unwillingly he sinks,
Emerges thrice, yet soon chill Death he drinks,
For now the soaky Hide too pond'rous grew,
And boding thus he bid the Light adieu.
Yes, Traytor, thou shalt feel, and that e'r long,
How much th' offended Gods resent my Wrong.
Jove sends his Bolts on thy devoted Head,
My self infernal Scorpions from the Dead.
O! had'st thou call'd me to the Lists, and there
Approv'd thy Skill———But, Slave, thou did'st not dare.
Expect avenging Squadrons on thy Coast
To sacrifice thee to my longing Ghost.
How much th' offended Gods resent my Wrong.
Jove sends his Bolts on thy devoted Head,
My self infernal Scorpions from the Dead.
O! had'st thou call'd me to the Lists, and there
Approv'd thy Skill———But, Slave, thou did'st not dare.
Expect avenging Squadrons on thy Coast
To sacrifice thee to my longing Ghost.
He spoke: Then with a mighty Plunge expir'd,
And down to Styx his angry Shade retir'd.
And down to Styx his angry Shade retir'd.
CANTO
