Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/108

 (The godlike hero here supprest the sigh, And wiped the tear-drop from his manly eye; Then, thus resuming—) All the peopled shore An awful, silent look of anguish wore; Affection, friendship, all the kindred ties Of spouse and parent languish'd in their eyes: As men they never should again behold, Self-offer'd victims to destruction sold, On us they fixt the eager look of woe, While tears o'er every cheek began to flow; When thus aloud, Alas! my son, my son, A hoary sire exclaims! Oh, whither run, My heart's sole joy, my trembling age's stay, To yield thy limbs the dread sea-monster's prey! To seek thy burial in the raging wave, And leave me cheerless sinking to the grave! Was it for this I watch'd thy tender years, And bore each fever of a father's fears! Alas, my boy!—His voice is heard no more, The female shriek resounds along the shore: With hair dishevell'd, through the yielding crowd A lovely bride springs on, and screams aloud; Oh! where, my husband, where to seas unknown, Where would'st thou fly me, and my love disown! And wilt thou, cruel, to the deep consign That valued life, the joy, the soul of mine: And must our loves, and all the kindred train Of rapt endearments, all expire in vain! All