Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/29

 Reeking behind the Moorish backs appear The shining point of many a Lusian spear; The mail-coats, hauberks, and the harness steel'd, Bruis'd, hackt, and torn, lie scatter'd o'er the field; Beneath the Lusian sweepy force o'erthrown, Crush'd by their batter'd mails the wounded groan; Burning with thirst they draw their panting breath, And curse their prophet as they writhe in death. Arms sever'd from the trunks still grasp the steel, Heads gasping roll; the fighting squadrons reel; Fainty