Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/474

 And precious stone in studs of gold enchased, The shaggy velvet of his buskins graced: Wide o'er his head, of various silks inlaid, A fair umbrella cast a grateful shade. A band of menials, bending o'er the prow, Of horn-wreath'd round the crooked trumpets blow; And each attendant barge aloud rebounds A barbarous discord of rejoicing sounds. With equal pomp the captain leaves the fleet, Melinda's monarch on the tide to greet: His barge nods on amidst a splendid train, Himself adorn'd in all the pride of Spain: With fair embroidery shone his armed breast, For polish'd steel supply'd the warrior's vest; His sleeves, beneath, were silk of paly blue, Above, more loose, the purple's brightest hue Hung as a scarf, in equal gatherings roll'd, With golden buttons and with loops of gold: Bright in the sun the polish'd radiance burns, And the dimm'd eye-ball from the lustre turns. Of crimson satin, dazzling to behold, His cassock swell'd in many a curving fold; The make was Gallic, but the lively bloom Confest the labour of Venetia's loom: Gold