The Odyssey

by Homer

Of Pluto sent, a blood-polluted ghost.

(Atlas her sire, to whose far-piercing eye The wonders of the deep expanded lie; The eternal columns which on earth he rears 70 End in the starry vault, and prop the spheres).

Atlas sorry u gotta hold everything up my dude.

There young Telemachus, his bloomy face Glowing celestial sweet, with godlike grace