Homer,
The Odyssey of Homer — Book XX
(1791)
“ Jove, Father, Governor of heav’n and earth! Loud thou hast thunder’d from the starry skies By no cloud veil’d; a sign propitious, giv’n To whom I know not; but oh grant the pray’r Of a poor bond-woman! appoint their feast This day, the last that in Ulysses’ house The suitors shall enjoy, for whom I drudge, With aching heart and trembling knees their meal Grinding continual. Feast they here no more! ”
