Alexander Pope - ArgusAlexander Pope - Argus
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When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss`d,
Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone,
To all his friends, and ev`n his Queen unknown,
Changed as he was, with age, and toils, and cares,
Furrow`d his rev`rend face, and white his hairs,
In his own palace forc`d to ask his bread,
Scorn`d by those slaves his former bounty fed,
Forgot of all his own domestic crew,
The faithful Dog alone his rightful master knew!
Unfed, unhous`d, neglected, on the clay
Like an old servant now cashier`d, he lay;
Touch`d with resentment of ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his ancient lord again.
Him when he saw he rose, and crawl`d to meet,
(`Twas all he could) and fawn`d and kiss`d his feet,
Seiz`d with dumb joy; then falling by his side,
Own`d his returning lord, look`d up, and died!
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