Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/189

 So roar'd the winds: high o'er the rest upborne On the wide mountain-wave's slant ridge forlorn, At times discover'd by the lightnings blue, Hangs G AMA 's lofty vessel, to the view Small as her boat; o'er Paulus' shatter'd prore Falls the tall main-mast prone with crashing roar; Their hands, yet grasping their uprooted hair, The sailors lift to heaven in wild despair, The Saviour God each yelling voice implores: Nor less from brave Coello's war-ship pours The shriek, shrill rolling on the tempest's wings: Dire as the bird of death at midnight sings His dreary howlings in the sick man's ear, The answering shriek from ship to ship they hear. Now on the mountain-billows upward driven, The navy mingles with the clouds of heaven; Now rushing downward with the sinking waves, Bare they behold old ocean's vaulty caves. The eastern blast against the western pours, Against the southern storm the northern roars: From pole to pole the flashy lightnings glare, One pale blue twinkling sheet enwraps the air; In swift succession now the volleys fly, Darted in pointed curvings o'er the sky, And through the horrors of the dreadful night, O'er the torn waves they shed a ghastly light; The breaking surges flame with burning red, Wider and louder still the thunders spread, As