Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/435




 * Right to the land the faithless pilot steers,

Right to the land the glad Armada bears; But heavenly love's fair queen, whose watchful care Had ever been their guide, beheld the snare. A sudden storm she rais'd: Loud howl'd the blast, The yard-arms rattled, and each groaning mast Bended beneath the weight. Deep sunk the prows, And creaking ropes the creaking ropes oppose; In vain the pilot would the speed restrain; The captain shouts, the sailors toil in vain; Aslope and gliding on the leeward side The bounding vessels cut the roaring tide: Soon far they past; and now the slacken'd sail Trembles and bellies to the gentle gale: Till