Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/460

As high-swell'd waves, that thunder'd to the shock,
Disperse in feeble streamlets from the rock.
When blackening broad and far o'er Actium's tide
Augustus' fleets the slave of love defy'd,
When that fallen warrior to the combat led
The bravest troops in Bactrian Scythia bred,
With Asian legions, and, his shameful bane,
The Egyptian queen attendant in the train;
Though Mars raged high, and all his fury pour'd,
Till with the storm the boiling surges roar'd,
Yet shall thine eyes more dreadful scenes behold,
On burning surges burning surges roll'd,
The sheets of fire far billowing o'er the brine,
While I my thunder to thy sons resign.
Thus many a sea shall blaze, and many a shore
Resound the horror of the combat's roar,
While thy bold prows triumphant ride along
By trembling China to the isles unsung