Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/451

 All sudden plunging leave the margin green, And but their heads above the pool are seen. So plung'd the Moors, when, horrid to behold! From the bar'd rock's dread jaws the billows roll'd, Opening in instant fate the fleet to whelm, When ready V ASCO caught the staggering helm: Swift as his lofty voice resounds aloud, The ponderous anchors dash the whitening flood, And round his vessel, nodding o'er the tide, His other ships, bound by their anchors, ride. And now revolving in his piercing thought These various scenes with hidden import fraught; The boastful pilot's self-accusing flight, The former treason of the Moorish spite; How headlong to the rock the furious wind, The boiling current, and their art combin'd; Yet though the groaning blast the canvas swell'd, Some wondrous cause, unknown, their speed withheld: Amaz'd, with hands high rais'd, and sparkling eyes, A miracle! the raptur'd G AMA cries,