Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 1.djvu/423

The hemispheres of night and day he spread,
He scoop'd each vale, and rear'd each mountain's head;
His word produced the nations of the earth,
And gave the spirits of the sky their birth;
On earth, by him, his holy lore was given,
On earth he came to raise mankind to heaven.
And now behold, what most your eyes desire,
Our shining armour, and our arms of fire;
For who has once in friendly peace beheld,
Will dread to meet them on the battle-field.

Straight as he spoke the warlike stores display'd
Their glorious show, where, tire on tire inlaid,
Appear'd of glittering steel the carabines,
There the plumed helms, and ponderous brigandines;
O'er the broad bucklers sculptur'd orbs embost,
The crooked faulchions dreadful blades were crost:
Here clasping greaves, and plated mail-quilts strong;
The long-bows here, and rattling quivers hung,
And like a grove the burnish'd spears were seen,
With darts, and halberts double-edged between;
Here dread grenadoes, and tremendous bombs,
With deaths ten thousand lurking in their wombs,
And far around, of brown and dusky red,
The pointed piles of iron balls were spread.
The bombardeers, now to the regent's view
The thundering mortars and the cannon drew;
Yet, at their leader's nod, the sons of flame
(For brave and generous ever are the same)

Withheld