Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/417

 Long were their boats, and sharp to bound along Through the dash'd waters, broad their oars and strong: The bending rowers on their features bore The swarthy marks of Phaeton's fall of yore; When flaming lightnings scorch'd the banks of Po, And nations blacken'd in the dread o'erthrow. Their garb, discover'd as approaching nigh, Was cotton strip'd with many a gaudy dye: 'Twas one whole piece; beneath one arm, confin'd; The rest hung loose and flutter'd on the wind; All, but one breast, above the loins was bare, And swelling turbans bound their jetty hair: Their arms were bearded darts and faulchions broad, And warlike music sounded as they row'd. With joy the sailors saw the boats draw near, With joy beheld the human face appear: What