Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/12

 On the rude cliffs with frosty spangles grey, Weak as the twilight gleams the solar ray; Each mountain's breast with snows eternal shines, The streams and seas eternal frost confines. Here dwelt the numerous Scythian tribes of old, A dreadful race! by victor ne'er controll'd, Whose pride maintain'd that theirs the sacred earth, Not that of Nile, which first gave man his birth. Here dismal Lapland spreads a dreary wild, Here Norway's wastes where harvest never smil'd, Whose groves of fir in gloomy horror frown, Nod o'er the rocks, and to the tempest groan. Here Scandia's clime her rugged shores extends, And far projected, through the ocean bends; Whose sons dread footsteps yet Ansonia wears, And yet proud Rome in mournful ruin bears. When