Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/129

 Moved by the danger of a youth so brave, Myself now snatch'd an oar, and sprung to save: When sudden, blackening down the mountain's height, Another crowd pursued his panting flight; And soon an arrowy and a flinty shower Thick o'er our heads the fierce barbarians pour, Nor pour'd in vain; a feather'd arrow stood Fix'd in my leg, and drank the gushing blood. Vengeance