And he Amphiaraus, immortal name! 
The people’s saviour, and divinely wise,
Beloved by Jove, and him who gilds the skies;
Yet short his date of life! by female pride he dies. 
From Mantius Clitus, whom Aurora’s love
Snatch’d for his beauty to the thrones above;
And Polyphides, on whom Phoebus shone
With fullest rays, Amphiaraus now gone;
In Hyperesia’s groves he made abode,
And taught mankind the counsels of the god. 
From him sprung Theoclymenus, who found
(The sacred wine yet foaming on the ground)
Telemachus:  whom, as to Heaven he press’d
His ardent vows, the stranger thus address’d: 

“O thou! that dost thy happy course prepare
With pure libations and with solemn prayer: 
By that dread power to whom thy vows are paid;
By all the lives of these; thy own dear head,
Declare sincerely to no foe’s demand
Thy name, thy lineage, and paternal land.”

“Prepare, then (said Telemachus), to know
A tale from falsehood free, not free from woe. 
From Ithaca, of royal birth I came,
And great Ulysses (ever honour’d name!)
Once was my sire, though now, for ever lost,
In Stygian gloom he glides a pensive ghost! 
Whose fate inquiring through the world we rove;
The last, the wretched proof of filial love.”

The stranger then:  “Nor shall I aught conceal,
But the dire secret of my fate reveal. 
Of my own tribe an Argive wretch I slew;
Whose powerful friends the luckless deed pursue
With unrelenting rage, and force from home
The blood-stain’d exile, ever doom’d to roam. 
But bear, oh bear me o’er yon azure flood;
Receive the suppliant! spare my destined blood!”

“Stranger (replied the prince) securely rest
Affianced in our faith; henceforth our guest.” 
Thus affable, Ulysses’ godlike heir
Takes from the stranger’s hand the glittering spear: 
He climbs the ship, ascends the stern with haste
And by his side the guest accepted placed. 
The chief his order gives:  the obedient band,
With due observance wait the chief’s command: 
With speed the mast they rear, with speed unbind
The spacious sheet, and stretch it to the wind. 
Minerva calls; the ready gales obey
With rapid speed to whirl them o’er the sea. 
Crunus they pass’d, next Chalcis roll’d away,
With thickening darkness closed the doubtful day;
The silver Phaea’s glittering rills they lost,
And skimm’d along by Elis’ sacred coast. 
Then cautious through the rocky reaches wind,
And turning sudden, shun the death design’d.

Meantime, the king, Eumaeus, and the rest,
Sate in the cottage, at their rural feast: 
The banquet pass’d, and satiate every man,
To try his host, Ulysses thus began: