Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/78

 Along Toledo's lawns, the pride of Spain, Toledo's warriors join the martial train: Nor less the furious lust of war inspires The Biscayneer, and wakes his barbarous fires, Which ever burn for vengeance, if the tongue Of hapless stranger give the fancy'd wrong. Nor bold Asturia, nor Guipuscoa's shore, Famed for their steely wealth, and iron ore, Delay'd their vaunting squadrons; o'er the dales Cased in their native steel, and belted mails, Blue gleaming from afar they march along, And join with many a spear the warlike throng. As thus, wide sweeping o'er the trembling coast, The proud Castilian leads his numerous host, The valiant John for brave defence prepares, And in himself collected greatly dares: For such high valour in his bosom glow'd, As Samson's locks by miracle bestow'd: Safe in himself resolved the hero stands, Yet calls the leaders of his anxious bands: The council summon'd, some with prudent mien, And words of grave advice their terrors screen; By sloth debased, no more the ancient fire Of patriot loyalty can now inspire; And each pale lip seem'd opening to declare For tame submission, and to shun the war; When glorious Nunio, starting from his seat, Claim'd every eye, and closed the cold debate: Singling