Book VII.
HOMER's ODYSSEY.
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Stranger! thy couch is spread. Hence to thy rest.
So they—Thrice grateful to his soul the thought 426
Seem'd of repose. There slept Ulysses, then,
On his carv'd couch, beneath the portico,
But in the inner-house Alcinoüs found
His place of rest, and hers with royal state 430
Prepared, the Queen his consort, at his side.
ARGU-
