Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/447

 She tells what ruin threats her fav'rite race; Unwonted ardour glows on every face; With keen rapidity they bound away, Dash'd by their silver limbs, the billows grey Foam round: Fair Doto, fir'd with rage divine, Darts through the wave; and onward o'er the brine The lovely Nyse and Nerine spring With all the vehemence and speed of wing.