The description notes Odysseus's voyage is "after the Trojan War." What does this context imply about the challenges he might face or his motivation to return home?

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ons the council to meet the day following. The man for wisdom’s various arts renown’d, Long exercised in woes, O Muse! resound; Who, when his arms had wrought the destined fall Of sacred Troy, and razed her heaven-built wall, Wandering from clime to clime, observant stray’d, Their manners noted, and their states survey’d, On stormy seas unnumber’d toils he bore, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore: Vain toils! their impious folly dared 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. Oh,…

glares, and thus inquires: “‘What are ye, guests? on what adventure, say, Thus far ye wander through the watery way? Pirates perhaps, who seek through seas unknown The lives of others, and expose your own?’ “His voice like thunder through the cavern sounds; My bold companions thrilling fear confounds, Appall’d at sight of more than mortal man! At length, with heart recover’d, I began: “‘From Troy’s famed fields, sad wanderers o’er the main, Behold the relics of the Grecian train: Through various seas, by various perils toss’d, And forced by storms, unwilling on your…

e proud towers beneath the ground. But this the gods may frustrate or fulfil, As suits the purpose of the Eternal Will. But say through what waste regions hast thou stray’d What customs noted, and what coasts survey’d; Possess’d by wild barbarians fierce in arms, Or men whose bosom tender pity warms? Say why the fate of Troy awaked thy cares, Why heaved thy bosom, and why flowed thy tears? Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doom’d the Greeks to bleed, A theme of future song! Say, then, if slain Some dear-loved brother press’d the Phrygian plain?…

es brandish’d the avenging sword, Slew the dire pair, and gave to funeral flame The vile assassin and adulterous dame. That day, ere yet the bloody triumphs cease, Return’d Atrides to the coast of Greece, And safe to Argos port his navy brought, With gifts of price and ponderous treasure fraught. Hence warn’d, my son, beware! nor idly stand Too long a stranger to thy native land; Lest heedless absence wear thy wealth away, While lawless feasters in thy palace away; Perhaps may seize thy realm, and share the spoil; And though return, with disappointed toil, From thy vain journey, to…

gore; How the loud storms in prison bound, he sails From friendly Aeolus with prosperous gales: Yet fate withstands! a sudden tempest roars, And whirls him groaning from his native shores: How on the barbarous Laestrigonian coast, By savage hands his fleet and friends lie lost; How scarce himself survived: he paints the bower, The spells of Circe, and her magic power; His dreadful journey to the realms beneath, To seek Tiresias in the vales of death; How in the doleful mansions lie survey’d His royal mother, pale Anticlea’s shade; And friends in battle slain, heroic ghosts! Then…