The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India: an Epic Poem, Volume 2Lackington, Allen, and Company, 1809 |
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Æneid arms Athamas awful bands battle of Ourique beauteous behold Beneath blaze blood boast bold bore bosom brave breast burning Camoens Casteel Castile Castilian Ceuta confest coursers cries Dæmon dames dare death Don Henry dread dreary eyes fair fame fate field fierce fight fire fixt flame fleet furious gale gallant Gama glorious glows gore groans heaven hero hero's hoary Homer honour horrid horror Inez infant inspired king king of Castile king of Portugal land Lisboa's Lusian monarch Moorish Moors mountains Nereid night noble Nunio o'er ocean own'd Pedro Portugal Portuguese pour'd pride prince proud purple queen race rage reign resounds roar round sacred sails shining shore sire skies smiles Spain spears spread streams swell swell'd sword Tago's Tagus Tangier tears tempest thee thou throne thundering toils towers trembling valiant vengeance victory Viriatus warlike watery waves wild winds wound youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 128 - Appall'd we saw an hideous Phantom glare; High and enormous o'er the flood he tower'd, And thwart our way with sullen aspect lour'd: An earthly paleness o'er his cheeks was spread, Erect uprose his hairs of wither'd red; Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose, Sharp and disjoin'd, his gnashing teeth's blue rows; His haggard beard flow'd
Pagina 138 - stand: Nor Roman prow, nor daring Tyrian oar Ere dash'd the white wave foaming to my shore Nor Greece nor Carthage ever spread the sail On these my seas to catch the trading gale. You, you alone have dared to plough my main, And with the human voice disturb my lonesome
Pagina 139 - The frighten'd billows gave a rolling swell, And distant far prolong'd the dismal yell; Faint and more faint the howling echoes die, And the black cloud dispersing leaves the sky. High to the angel host, whose guardian care Had ever round us watch'd, my hands I rear, And heaven's dread king implore, As
Pagina 60 - So just began to melt his stubborn soul As mild-ray'd Pity o'er the Tyrant stole; But destiny forbade: with eager zeal, Again pretended for the public weal, Her fierce accusers urged her speedy doom; Again dark rage diffused its horrid gloom O'er stern Alonzo's brow: swift at the sign, Their swords unsheathed around her brandish'd shine.
Pagina 62 - As when a rose, erewhile of bloom so gay, Thrown from the careless virgin's breast away Lies faded on the plain, the living red, The snowy white, and all its fragrance fled; So from her cheeks the roses dy'd away, And pale in death the beauteous Inez lay: With dreadful smiles, and crimson'd with her
Pagina 60 - The sigh shall murmur, and the tear shall flow: All my fond wish, and all my hope, to rear These infant pledges of a love so dear, Amidst my griefs a soothing, glad employ, Amidst my fears a woful, hopeless joy. In tears she utter'd—as the frozen snow Touch'd by the spring's mild ray, begins to
Pagina 132 - shore. Themselves escaped, despoil'd by savage hands, Shall naked wander o'er the burning sands, Spared by the waves far deeper woes to bear, Woes even by Me acknowledged with a tear. Their infant race, the promised heirs of joy, Shall now no more an hundred hands employ; By cruel want, beneath the parents
Pagina 128 - Have we the secrets of the deep survey'd, Which these wide solitudes of seas and sky Were doom'd to hide from man's unhallowed eye? Whate'er this prodigy, it threatens more Than midnight tempests and the mingled roar, When sea and sky combine to rock the marble shore. I spoke, when rising through the darken'd air, Appall'd we saw
Pagina 155 - Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest, They eat, they drink, and Nature gives the feast; The trees around them all their fruit produce; Lotos the name; divine, nectareous juice; (Thence called Lotophagi) which whoso
Pagina 130 - the bounds which jealous Nature drew To veil her secret shrine from mortal view; Hear from my lips what direful woes attend, And bursting soon shall o'er your race descend: With every bounding keel that dares my rage, Eternal war