Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/146

 When full in view the giant Cape appears, Wide spreads its limbs, and high its shoulders rears; Behind us now it curves the bending side, And our bold vessels plough the eastern tide. Nor long excursive off at sea we stand, A cultur'd shore invites us to the land. Here their sweet scenes the rural joys bestow, And give our wearied minds a lively glow. The tenants of the coast, a festive band, With dances meet uson the yellow sand; Their brides on slow-paced oxen rode behind; The spreading horns with flowery garlands twined, Bespoke the dew-lapt beeves their proudest boast, Of all their bestial store they valued most. By