Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/50

 When dreadful Attila, to whom was given That fearful name, the Scourge of angry heaven, The fields of trembling Italy o'er-ran With many a Gothic tribe and northern clan; Not such unnumber'd banners then were seen, As now in fair Tartesia's dales convene; Numidia's bow, and Mauritania's spear, And all the might of Hagar's race was here; Granada's mongrels join their numerous host, To those who dared the seas from Libya's coast. Awed by the fury of such ponderous force The proud Castilian tries each hoped resource; Yet not by terror for himself inspired, For Spain he trembled, and for Spain was fired. His much-loved bride his messenger he sends, And to the hostile Lusian lowly bends. The much-loved daughter of the king implored, Now sues her father for her wedded lord. The beauteous dame approach'd the palace gate, Where her great sire was throned in regal state: On her fair face deep-settled grief appears, And her mild eyes are bathed in glistening tears; Her