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The Odyssey, by Homer - (translated by: Pope)
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Of all the chiefs, this hero's fate alone Has Jove reserved, unheard of, and unknown; Whether in fields by hostile fury slain, Or sunk by tempests in the gulfy main?†
Book 3 *
The tempest scatters, and divides our fleet; Part, the storm urges on the coast of Crete, Where winding round the rich Cydonian plain, The streams of Jardan issue to the main.†
Book 3
For eight slow-circling years, by tempests toss'd, From Cypress to the far Phoenician coast (Sidon the capital), I stretch'd my toil Through regions fatten'd with the flows of Nile.†
Book 4
Two, foremost in the roll of Mars renown'd, Whose arms with conquest in thy cause were crown'd, Fell by disastrous fate: by tempests toss'd, A third lives wretched on a distant coast.†
Book 4
In an ill-fated hour the coast he gain'd, Where late in regal pomp Thyestes reigned; But, when his hoary honours bow'd to fate, Aegysthus govern'd in paternal state, The surges now subside, the tempest ends; From his tall ship the king of men descends; There fondly thinks the gods conclude his toil: Far from his own domain salutes the soil; With rapture oft the urge of Greece reviews, And the dear turf with tears of joy bedews.†
Book 4
Long to my joys my dearest lord is lost, His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast; Now from my fond embrace, by tempests torn, Our other column of the state is borne; Nor took a kind adieu, nor sought consent!†
Book 4
Neptune overtakes him with a terrible tempest, in which he is shipwrecked, and in the last danger of death; till Lencothea, a sea-goddess, assists him, and, after innumerable perils, he gets ashore on Phaeacia.†
Book 5
Saved from the jaws of death by Heaven's decree, The tempest drove him to these shores and thee.†
Book 5
'Tis Jove himself the swelling tempest rears; Death, present death, on every side appears.†
Book 5
A mighty wave rush'd o'er him as he spoke, The raft is cover'd, and the mast is broke; Swept from the deck and from the rudder torn, Far on the swelling surge the chief was borne; While by the howling tempest rent in twain Flew sail and sail-yards rattling o'er the main.†
Book 5
Thus then I judge: while yet the planks sustain The wild waves' fury, here I fix'd remain: But, when their texture to the tempest yields, I launch adventurous on the liquid fields, Join to the help of gods the strength of man, And take this method, since the best I can.†
Book 5
Of gather'd leaves an ample bed he made (Thick strewn by tempest through the bowery shade); Where three at least might winter's cold defy, Though Boreas raged along the inclement sky.†
Book 5
They rush into the deep with eager joy, Climb the steep surge, and through the tempest fly; A proud, unpolish'd race—To me belongs The care to shun the blast of slanderous tongues; Lest malice, prone the virtuous to defame, Thus with wild censure taint my spotless name: 'What stranger this whom thus Nausicaa leads!†
Book 6
Joy touched my soul; my soul was joy'd in vain, For angry Neptune roused the raging main; The wild winds whistle, and the billows roar; The splitting raft the furious tempest tore; And storms vindictive intercept the shore.†
Book 7
Your present aid this godlike stranger craves, Toss'd by rude tempest through a war of waves; Perhaps from realms that view the rising day, Or nations subject to the western ray.†
Book 8
Such was my boast while vigour crown'd my days, Now care surrounds me, and my force decays; Inured a melancholy part to bear In scenes of death, by tempest and by war Yet thus by woes impair'd, no more I waive To prove the hero—slander stings the brave.†
Book 8
Though tempests rage, though rolls the swelling main, The seas may roll, the tempests rage in vain;†
Book 8
Though tempests rage, though rolls the swelling main, The seas may roll, the tempests rage in vain;†
Book 8
Strong was the tide, which by the northern blast Impell'd, our vessels on Cythera cast, Nine days our fleet the uncertain tempest bore Far in wide ocean, and from sight of shore: The tenth we touch'd, by various errors toss'd, The land of Lotus and the flowery coast.†
Book 9
For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind; His word alone the listening storms obey, To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.†
Book 10
The gushing tempest sweeps the ocean round; Snatch'd in the whirl, the hurried navy flew, The ocean widen'd and the shores withdrew.†
Book 10
Say while the sea, and while the tempest raves, Has Fate oppress'd thee in the roaring waves, Or nobly seized thee in the dire alarms Of war and slaughter, and the clash of arms?'†
Book 11
The ghost returns: 'O chief of human kind For active courage and a patient mind; Nor while the sea, nor while the tempest raves Has Fate oppress'd me on the roaring waves!†
Book 11
Thus great in glory, from the din of war Safe he return'd, without one hostile scar; Though spears in iron tempests rain'd around, Yet innocent they play'd, and guiltless of a wound.'†
Book 11
Turn then; oh peaceful turn, thy wrath control, And calm the raging tempest of thy soul.'†
Book 11
'High in the air the rock its summit shrouds In brooding tempests, and in rolling clouds; Loud storms around, and mists eternal rise, Beat its bleak brow, and intercept the skies.†
Book 12
Now far the night advanced her gloomy reign, And setting stars roll'd down the azure plain: When at the voice of Jove wild whirlwinds rise, And clouds and double darkness veil the skies; The moon, the stars, the bright ethereal host Seem as extinct, and all their splendours lost: The furious tempest roars with dreadful sound: Air thunders, rolls the ocean, groans the ground.†
Book 12
Now sunk the west, and now a southern breeze, More dreadful than the tempest lash'd the seas; For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves, And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves.†
Book 12
Unseen I 'scaped, and favour'd by the night, In a Phoenician vessel took my flight, For Pyle or Elis bound; but tempests toss'd And raging billows drove us on your coast.†
Book 13
The honest herdsman rose, as this he said, And drew before the hearth the stranger's bed; The fleecy spoils of sheep, a goat's rough hide He spreads; and adds a mantle thick and wide; With store to heap above him, and below, And guard each quarter as the tempests blow.†
Book 14
His speech the tempest of her grief restored; In all he told she recognized her lord: But when the storm was spent in plenteous showers, A pause inspiriting her languish'd powers, "O thou, (she cried,) whom first inclement Fate Made welcome to my hospitable gate; With all thy wants the name of poor shall end: Henceforth live honour'd, my domestic friend!†
Book 19
Thus anchor'd safe on reason's peaceful coast, Tempests of wrath his soul no longer toss'd; Restless his body rolls, to rage resign'd As one who long with pale-eyed famine pined, The savoury cates on glowing embers cast Incessant turns, impatient for repast Ulysses so, from side to side-devolved, In self-debate the suitor's doom resolved When in the form of mortal nymph array'd, From heaven descends the Jove-born martial maid; And'hovering o'er his head in view confess'd, The goddess thus her favourite care address'd: "O thou, of mortals most inured to woes!†
Book 20
As to the shipwreck'd mariner, the shores Delightful rise, when angry Neptune roars: Then, when the surge in thunder mounts the sky, And gulf'd in crowds at once the sailors die; If one, more happy, while the tempest raves, Outlives the tumult of conflicting waves, All pale, with ooze deform'd, he views the strand, And plunging forth with transport grasps the land: The ravish'd queen with equal rapture glows, Clasps her loved lord, and to his bosom grows.†
Book 23
a sudden tempest roars, And whirls him groaning from his native shores: How on the barbarous Laestrigonian coast, By savage hands his fleet and friends lie lost; How scarce himself survived: he paints the bower, The spells of Circe, and her magic power; His dreadful journey to the realms beneath, To seek Tiresias in the vales of death; How in the doleful mansions lie survey'd His royal mother, pale Anticlea's shade; And friends in battle slain, heroic ghosts!†
Book 23
Till Jove in wrath the rattling tempest guides, And whelms the offenders in the roaring tides: How struggling through the surge lie reach'd the shores Of fair Ogygia and Calypso's bowers; Where the bay blooming nymph constrain'd his stay, With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay; And promised, vainly promised, to bestow Immortal life, exempt from age and woe: How saved from storms Phaeacia's coast he trod, By great Alcinous honour'd as a god, Who gave him last his country to behold, With change of raiment, brass, and heaps of gold He ended, sinking into sleep, and shares A sweet forgetfulness of all his cares.†
Book 23
Nor ceased the strife till Jove himself opposed, And all in Tempests the dire evening closed.†
Book 24

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(1) (tempest)
a violent commotion or disturbance -- especially a violent storm or emotional outburst

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