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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: glimpse of the terrible head of Medusa they whitened into marble. And Perseus thrust the head back into his wallet, and went to tell his dear mother that she need no longer be afraid of the wicked King Polydectes. THE PRAYER OF THE SWINE TO CIRCE.1 By AUSTIN DOBSON. henry Austin Dobson: English poet and biographer; born at Plymouth, England, January 18, 1840. He was educated as a civil engineer, but since 1856 has held a position in the Board of Trade, devoting his leisure hours to literary -work. He domesticated the old French stanza form in English verse, and has done much to revive an interest in English art and literature of the eighteenth century. " Vignettes in Rhyme," "At the Sign of the Lyre," and " Proverbs in Porcelain" constitute his chief poetical works. In prose he has written biographies of Bewick, Walpole, Hogarth, Steele, and Goldsmith; "Eighteenth- Century Vignettes," etc.] Huddling they came, with shag sides caked of mire, ? With hoofs fresh sullied from the troughs o'erturned, ? With wrinkling snouts, ? yet eyes in which desire Of some strange thing unutterably burned, Unquenchable; and still where'er She turned They rose about her, striving each o'er each, With restless, fierce importuning that yearned Through those brute masks some piteous tale to teach, Yet lacked the words thereto, denied the power of speech. For these ? Eurylochus alone escaping ? In truth, that small exploring band had been, Whom wise Odysseus, dim precaution shaping, Ever at heart, of peril unforeseen, Had sent inland;?whom then the islet Queen,? The fair disastrous daughter of the Sun, ? Had turned to likeness of the beast unclean, With evil wand transforming one by one, To shapes of loathly swine, imbruted and undone. But " the men's minds remained," and these forev......