Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/13

 When summer bursts stern winter's icy chain, Here the bold Swede, the Prussian, and the Dane Hoist the white sail and plough the foamy way, Cheer'd by whole months of one continual day. Between these shores and Tanai's rushing tide Livonia's sons and Russia's hords reside. Stern as their clime the tribes, whose sires of yore The name, far dreaded, of Sarmatians bore. Where,