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Book 1, Lines 4–9
Opening of The Odyssey: Sea-Borne Hardships and Warning of the Crew’s Doom
A
On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore,
Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore:
Vain toils! their impious folly dar'd to prey
On Herds devoted to the God of Day;
The God vindictive doom'd them never more
(Ah men unbless'd!) to touch that natal shore.
B
many too the miseries at sea which he suffered in his heart, as he sought to win his own life and the safe return of his companions. But even so, for all his efforts, he could not save his companions. They perished through their own arrant folly – the fools, they ate the cattle of Hyperion the Sun, and he took away the day of their return.