Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/188

 With headlong weight a fiercer blast descends, And with sharp whirring crash the main-sail rends; Loud shrieks of horror through the fleet resound, Bursts the torn cordage, rattle far around The splinter'd yard-arms; from each bending mast, In many a shred, far streaming on the blast The canvas floats; low sinks the leeward side, O'er the broad vessels rolls the swelling tide; O strain each nerve, the frantic pilot cries, Oh now—and instant every nerve applies, Tugging what cumbrous lay with strainful force; Dash'd by the ponderous loads the surges hoarse Roar in new whirls: the dauntless soldiers ran To pump, yet ere the groaning pump began The wave to vomit, o'er the decks o'erthrown In grovelling heaps the stagger'd soldiers groan: So rolls the vessel, not the boldest three, Of arm robustest, and of firmest knee, Can guide the starting rudder; from their hands The helm bursts; scarce a cable's strength commands The staggering fury of its starting bounds, While to the forceful beating surge resounds The hollow crazing hulk: with kindling rage The adverse winds the adverse winds engage: As from its base of rock their banded power Strove in the dust to strew some lordly tower, Whose dented battlements in middle sky Frown on the tempest and its rage defy; So