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100 “Medonha corre a noite, a froxa lua A furto mostra o rosto desmaiado : Em mil voluveis serras levantado Ruge raivoso o mar na praia nua: Um so baixel nas ondas nað fluctua; Os nautas dormem, zune o vento irado ; Ah doce Laura ! al doce objecto amado Quem vira agora a linda imagem tua !" Assim as vozes eu soltava ancioso, Quando Laura, o meu bem, a minha estrella, Ao lado vejo, e vejo-me ditoso. No meu pobre batel entro com ella : Oh ceos ! desde que sulco o Tejo undoso, Nunca vi, nem gozei noite mais bella! “Dismal the night—the moon her pallid face By stealth amidst the fitting clouds displays; A thousand mountain waves each other chace, And shake the darken'd strand with wild amaze; No vessel tosses on the waters drear, But whilst the angry winds provoke the deep, Asliore the mariners in safety sleep- Oh Laura might thy image now appear !" I thus my anxious invocation sent- When Laura, lovely star, my soul's delight! Stood by my side-oh bliss, ev'n less avowed Than felt-into my little skiff we went, Oh Heavens! since I've the waves of Tagus ploughied Ne'er saw I or enjoy'd so sweet a night.