Page:The Lusiad (Camões, tr. Mickle, 1791), Volume 2.djvu/157

Give every flower that decks Aonia's hill
To grace your fables with divinest skill;
Beneath the wonders of my tale they fall,
Where truth all unadorn'd and pure exceeds them all.

While thus illustrious GAMA charm'd their ears,
The look of wonder each Melindian wears,
And pleased attention witness'd the command
Of every movement of his lips or hand.
The king enraptured own'd the glorious fame
Of Lisbon's monarchs and the Lusian name;
What warlike rage the victor-kings inspired,
Nor less their warriors loyal faith admired.
Nor less his menial train, in wonder lost,
Repeat the gallant deeds that please them most,
Each to his mate; while fixed in fond amaze,
The Lusian features every eye surveys;
While present to the view, by fancy brought,
Arise the wonders by the Lusians wrought,
And each bold feature to their wondering sight
Displays the raptured ardour of the fight.

Apollo now withdrew the cheerful day,
And left the western sky to twilight grey;
Beneath the wave he sought fair Thetis' bed,
And to the shore Melinda's sovereign sped.

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