The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volume 2

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Graisberry and Campbell, 1791 - Explorers

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Page 98 - Through howling tempefts, and through gulphs untry'd, " O ! mighty God ! be thou our watchful guide.
Page 51 - If prowling tygers, or the wolf's wild brood, Inspired by nature with the lust of blood, Have yet been moved the weeping babe to spare, Nor left, but tended with a nurse's care, As Rome's great founders to the world were given ; Shalt thou, who...
Page 124 - From these rude shores our fearless course we held, Beneath the glistening wave the god of day Had now five times withdrawn, the parting ray, When o'er the prow a sudden darkness spread, And slowly floating o'er the mast's tall head A black cloud...
Page 49 - Each echo sighed thy princely lover's name. Nor less could absence from thy prince remove The dear remembrance of his distant love : Thy looks, thy smiles, before him ever glow, And o'er his melting heart endearing flow ; By night his slumbers bring...
Page 396 - Each fragrant herb her sweetest scent exhales ; The hyacinth bewrays the doleful Ai, And calls the tribute of Apollo's sigh ; Still on its bloom the mournful flower retains The lovely blue that dyed the stripling's veins.
Page 236 - Whofe name fhall live till earth and time expire, His wonder fixt ; and more than human glow'd The hero's look ; his robes of Grecian mode ; A bough, his...
Page 125 - 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 quivering on the wind, Revenge and horror in his mien combined...
Page 437 - Though winds and feas their wonted aid deny, To yield he knows not, but he knows to die : Another thunder tears his manly breaft : Oh fly, bleft fpirit, to thy heavenly reft Hark, rolling on the groaning ftorm I hear, Refiftlefs...
Page 396 - ... o'er the lily's milk-white bosom glows ; Fresh in the dew far o'er the painted dales, Each fragrant herb her sweetest scent exhales...
Page 220 - Poleas the labouring lower clans are named; By the proud Nayres the noble rank is claimed...

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