Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/118

 Where the blue islands, named of Hesper old, Their fruitful bosoms to the deep unfold. Here changeful nature shows her various face, And frolics o'er the slopes with wildest grace: Here our bold fleet their ponderous anchors threw, The sickly cherish, and our stores renew. From him the warlike guardian power of Spain, Whose spear's dread lightning o'er th' embattled plain Has oft o'erwhelm'd the Moors in dire dismay, And fixt the fortune of the doubtful day; From him we name our station of repair, And Jago's name that isle shall ever bear. The northern winds now curl'd the blackening main, Our sails unfurl'd we plough the tide again: Round Afric's coast our winding course we steer, Where bending to the east the shores appear. Here Jalofo its wide extent displays, And vast Mandinga shews its numerous bays; Whose