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 To lead brave G AMA where unseen by day In dark-brow'd shades their silent ambush lay. With scornful gestures o'er the beach they stride, And push their levell'd spears with barbarous pride, Then fix the arrow to the bended bow, And strike their sounding shields, and dare the foe. With generous rage the Lusian race beheld, And each brave breast with indignation swell'd, To view such foes like snarling dogs, display Their threatening tusks, and brave the sanguine fray: Together with a bound they spring to land, Unknown whose step first trod the hostile strand.

Thus, when to gain his beauteous charmer's smile, The youthful lover dares the bloody toil, Before the nodding bull's stern front he stands, He leaps, he wheels, he shouts, and waves his hands: The lordly brute disdains the stripling's rage, His nostrils smoke, and, eager to engage, His horned brows he levels with the ground, And shuts his flaming eyes, and wheeling round With