 5. Argument of the Fifth Canto. Vasco da Gama pursues the recital of his voyage and describeeth to the king of Melindy his departure from Lisbon. The diver's lands were at they touched, and the peoples whom they saw as far as the Cape of Good Hope. The Chants of Fernand Veloso. The Tale of the Giant of the Master. Continuation of the voyage to Melindy, where the discourse endeth. Peace and true friendship being established between the Gama and that king. Another Argument. Relata o Gama ilustre ao rei potente sua viagem longa e incerta via. As estranhas nações de África ardente e de Fernand Veloso a ousadia. Como a Adam Astor viu gigante ingente que um dos filhos da terra se dizia, e as coisas que passou até seu porto, onde repouso a show e são conforto. The famed Gama tells the forceful king his long-drawn voyage and uncertain road, what countless nations in hot África spring, and Ique Fernand Veloso's horde hood, how Adam Astor giant manacing they saw who claimed to be of terrace brood, and other things that happened till was found haven of rest with comfort safe and sound. Canto V. Such words that aged sire of honoured mean still was exclaiming as we spread the wing to catch the sea-breath gentle and serene, and from the well-known port went sorrowing. After the manner of far-faring men when lose the sail we guard the welking ring, crying bon voyage whereupon the breeze made every trunk glide off with custom deese. To us in the season when the eternal light entered the beast that worked me as woe, and rolled our earth consumed by time's long flight in her sixth epoch, feeble, cold and slow. Now in the wanted way had met her side the suns that fourteen thousand courses show, with seven and ninety more wherein she ran as o'er the seas their modest course began. Slow, ever slower, banished from our iron, banished our native hills astern remaining. Remain dear Tagus and the breezy line of sentient peaks long, long our gaze detaining. Remain it ache in that dear country mine our hearts with pangs of memory ever-painting, till when all veiled sank in darkling air not but the welking and the wave was there. Thus fared we opening those wastes of tide no generation opened it before, citing new islands and new airs we hide, with generous Henry had the heart to explore. Past Mauritanian hills and homes we plied, the realm and Tagus ruled in times of yore, leaving to L'Arbord, on our dexter hand lay nothing sure than suspected land. Hard by the great Madeiran Isle we passed, whose wealth of woodland won her cry some name, where first our people did their fortunes cast, for name more famous than for classic fame. But not the least, although it was found the last, the smiles of Venus shall this island claim, nay, and where hers scant cause it had to fear, needless are cypress, pathes, or sithira. We left Mocilius seaboard, sterile waste, where as an egg one herds their cattle feed, a folk that never soft-sweet waters taste, nor doth the meadow-math suffice their need, a land no luscious fruitry ever graced, where birds spoil iron in their maws of greed, the soil where not save horrid want abounds, parting the burbers from the blackmer's grounds. We passed the limits where, his southing done, sole guides his chariot toward his northern goal, where lie the races, when sclement his sun, the clear bright color of the daylight stole. Here laving strangest peoples loves to run, like Senegal in tropic summer cool, where the orcenarium cape its name hath lost, I clapped Cape Verde by us that keep the coast. Now pass Canarias archipelago, fortunate aisles of olden mariners these, the waves that play around the maids we plow, of aged Hesper hide his parodies. Lens ever knew, whose wonders great her grow, upon the side a prose are ironed to please, then with a prosperous wind we took the port to take provision of the wanted sword. Now at his island was the harbour-team that warrior Sanctiago's name did take, a saint who often hoped the sons of Spain braved slaughtering of the Moorish men to make. Hence, while a favouring boreus fend the main, once more we spat to cut the vasty lake of briny ocean, while beneath the wave settled the shore that sweet refreshment gave. Compass her courses, thence the greater part of Africa, eastward left her continent. The province Jalaf, which disposed the thwart, departs in tribes the negron habitant. Mighty Mendingaland, by whose good art the rich and lucid ore for us is sent, which curved Gambia's wealth of waters drinketh, ere in a planted's breath his current sinketh. We pass the dorkates, those aisles a sign, of the weird sisters urged the home to be, who, born of several vision-reft and blind, made single eyeballs serve for all the three. Thou, only Thou whose crispy locks entwined for a Neptune fardest in his realm the sea, than every foulest monster fowler still, the burning sand with viper-brewed didst fill. In fine with pointed prow toward austral shore, across the vastest guine gulf we strayed, leaving the rugged range where lion's roar and cape of palmus called from palmish shade. The Rio Grande, where the thunderous bore roars on our noted coasts, we left, and made that goodly island name from him who tried to thrust his finger in the Godman's side. There, the broad shores of Congo kingdom show, will by us convert to faith of Christ, where long zires deep clear waters flow, river by man of old unseen, unwised. And now in fine the white-stread seas I plow, far from Callisto's well-known pole and list, to pass the torrid heats beneath the line, which doth the center of our sphere define. What sights this lovely scene shall soon unblass, the simile negro swaying afric strand, and human-humans, slaves in freedom-stress, Ami, what rude and wild and countless men, females with nere-no, males dumb to yes, lusts, superstition, ignorance, cursed the land, fair-dwelling places where the foulest dwell, the black man's heaven and the white man's hell. And now our vision had affront-described, there in the new half-heaven a matter new, seen by other men, who, or denied, or held it doubtful, and where false or true. We saw the firmament darker, duller side, ace-cant of cellar light where stars be few, and the fixed pole where men may not agree if other land begin or end the sea. Thus passing forward, we the region's gain where twice a polo's yearly passage lies, wind-winter's making, and of summer's twain, while he from pole to pole alternate flies. Through calms and storms, caprices of the main, of angry illus cease and tyrannies. We saw the bears, despite of Juneau, lave, their tardy bodies in their boreal wave. To tell the many dangers of the deep, sea-changes-lensmen never apprehended, sudden tornadoes, storms the seas that sweep, leavens whose fire the depths of air ascendeth, black nights when heaven in rain-flood seems to weep, and thunders bellowing till the welking rendeth, were but lost labour, and would do me wrong in where I dowered with an iron tongue. Portents I witnessed, which rude mariners by long experience want their ward to try, vout for vureshes, while each one averse, things must be truthful when they meet his eye. These the sound judgment of the sage prefers, or taught by science or pure wits to spy, the hidden secrets which in nature brood to judge misfacts or facts misunderstood. I saw, and clearly saw, the living light which sailor people hold their page insane, in times of trouble and the winds rude-fied, and sable-orchen when men's heart is faint. Nor less to one, an alt was exquisite, marvel, surpassing power of wonderment, to see the sea-based clouds with bulky shaft, upheaving ocean's depth with sucking draught. Certain as I saw it, nor can I presume, my sight deceived me, as height grew, an airy vapour lad, a subtle fume, which caught by windy currents whirling through, then, starring tall to circumpolar gloom, a tube appeared so thin, so faint of hue, that men's unnated sight could hardly see it, yet of some cloudy substance seemed to be it. Little by little, growing high in air, with bigger girth than biggest mast it loomed it. Air's limits middle, broad its bosom, where great gulps of water were in floods and wombed. The wave of every wave it seemed to share, while gathered vapours o'er its summit gloom'd, increasing evermore and overcharged, as the huge water-load it spoke enlarged. In as a ruddy leech sometimes is seen, fixed on the lips of beef, that careless stood, to drink on frigid fountains hem of green, slacking her fire of thirst with alien blood, sucking she round her form with hungered lean, and swills and swells so full of gory food, thus the grand column greater volume gaineth itself, and heavier weight of cloud sustaineth. But when twas wholly filled and fully fed, withdrawn the footing planted on the main, but ward the welkin pouring floods it flad, with water bathing jacent watery plain, and all the waves it sucked, and waves it shed, were in no salty savour mode remain. Now let our sages daft in script expose what mighty secrets these which nature shows. Had the philosophers who feared of El'd so far the wonders of the world to find, the miracles which I beheld beheld, the canvas spreading to such diverse wine, what many weighty volumes had they filled, what part to stars and signs had they assigned, what growth to knowledge, what rare qualities, and all the purest truth that scorneth lies. Five times the planet which maintains her place in the first sky her swifter course had made, now showing half and then her full of face, while over ocean our armada sped, when poised on topmost yard in giddy space, land, shouts a lynx-eyed sailor, land ahead, hurry the crews on deck in huge delight, and over Orient Skyrim strained their sight, and misty manor gained their shapes to show the highland range attracting all our eyes, the ponderous anchors stood we prompt to throw, and furl the canvas which now useless lies, and that with sure knowledge mold we know the parts so distant which before us rise, with astralabus novel instrument which safe and subtle judgment did invent. We landed, lost no time, on long and wide blight, and the seamen scattered by the shore, to see what curious things be there to scry were non-described or ever trod before, but with my pilots I retired aside on farther sands, our landfall to explore, and leave the solar altitude with span and map the painted world in chart and plan. Here had our wandering course outrun, we found, of semi-caparan fish the final goal, standing between him and the jellied round, earth's austral portion, the more secret pole. Suddenly I see my crew a man surround, complexion sooty as the charred coal, tain as he hide him far from home to take, comes of rich honey from the hilly break. He comes with troubled jest and gait, as though he never had found him in such phallic stream, for he our speech nor we his jargon know, a salvage worse than brutal polytheme. Of the fine fleecy store to him I show, the caulkest treasure, gentle o'er supreme, the virgin silver, spices rich and rare, yet seem the silver not for these to care. Then bade I baze her things be brought to his view, bunches of glassy beads transparent bright, of little tinkling falcon bells a few, a cap of cramosy that glance the side. By signs and signals then I saw anew in such cheap trash he takes a child's delight. I bid them lose him with his treasures all, when off he hurries for the nearest crawl. His friends and neighbors on the following day, all mother-nude, with night and tinctured skin, adound their estrus hillocks fan their way, large ass and gifts their mate had won to win. In crowds they gathered, and so tame were they, the show of softness bred much daring in, Fernand Veloso brained to see the land, and thread the bushes with the barber's bend. Now Doth Veloso on his arm rely, and, being arrogant, weans to win secure, but when already over time goes by, we're in no sign of good I can procure. Standing with face upturned, in hope to spy, the bold adventure, low, adound the dure, hillocks appears he, making for the shore, with more of hurry than he showed before. Coelho's galley lightly rowed for land, to take him off, but ere the shore she made a burly black moor cast a bully hand on him, for fear their prisoner evade. Others and others coming, soon the band grapple with Veloso, who finds none to aid. I haste, our gallant oarsmen strenuous working, when shows a negro flock in ambush lurking. Now from the clashing cloud a rattling rain of shafts and stones began on us to pour, nor did they hurtle through the lifting vein, for thence my leg this hurt of arrow-bore. For we, like men with causes to complain, send such thick woven answers, strong and sore, that from their exploit gain'd some, perhaps, a blush of honors crimson as their caps. And saved Veloso from such imminent fate, faster the squadron both the boats retired, seeing the rude intent and ugly hate of brutes by beastly rage and malice fired, from whom no better tidings could we wait, an ant that in the land, the deer desired, save it lay far, far, far, the fellow said. Once more the canvas to the breeze I spread. Then to Veloso quoth a maid ingest, while all with meaning smile the jive attend. Hola, Veloso, sure that hilly crest is hard to climb, as easy to descend. Yeah, true, the daring volunteer confessed, but when so many curves afar I can't, pecking, I hurried, for again to doubt me, ill luck might catch you where ye there without me. He then recounted how, when dully made, that wooded mount, the blacks of whom I speak, his further travel, or the land forbade, threatening, unless he turned death-wrong to Then straight returning, ambusque they laid, that we when landing a lost maid to seek, might straight be banished to the rain obscure, that at more leisure they the loot secure. But now five other sons had come and gone, since from our landfall went we forth to plow, seas to the seamen still unseen, unknown, while from asturn the breezes favoring blow, Then as a night closed in, all careless strone, the crew kept watch upon the cutting prow, deepening the welkins, darkling hues, a cloud, sails high o'er head, and seems the sky to shroud. It came so charged with such timorous stride, in every faltering heart blank-feared bread, roars from afar and raves the somber tide, as though vain thundering on some rocky head. Almighty power, or world sublime, I cried, what threat from heaven, or what secret dread, shall now this climate and the sea deform, what greater horror than the natural storm. These words I ended not when saw we rise, a shaping air, enormous, sore the view of it, a form disformant of a giant size, frown at its face, the long-beard squalid grew away. Its mean dire menacing, its caverned eyes, glared ghastly, made the moldy muddy hew it, staining the clayy load its crispy hair, and cold black lips its yellow tusks laid bare. So vast its eerie members, well I can assure thee, all the double deem to side of Rhodes Colossus, whose inordinate span one of the world's seven wonders once was hide. But when its gross and horrid tones began to sound as surge from oceans deep as night, ha, crapped the flesh and stood the hair of me, and all that grew something to hear and see. O rasher, bolder rays, to us thus it spoke, than all whose daring deeds have tempted fate, thou, whom no labor's tain, no war's fell stroke, no rest wilt grant on human toils to wait. Since these forbidden bounds by the air broke, who durst my vergencies to violate, which long I guarded, where I narrowed thou, plowing to foreign or to native prow. Since the dark secrets comes thou here to spy of nature and her humid element, which from men's highest lore deep hidden lie, unknowable or immortal mission sent, from me the terrors which you dare defy, here now the sequence of thy rash intent, or every largest sea, or every land, which still thy cruel conquest shall command. This know, what ships shall sail my waters o'er, and brave as bravest thou me to work my worst, to them assured foes shall prove my shore, where blow the stormwinds and the tempests burst. Here, the first squadron that shall dare explore, and through my restless wades shall cleave the first, such improvised chastisement shall see, more than all dangers shall the damage be. Unhope the sea if not, here I hope to deal, consummate vengeance on the explorer's head, nor he the latest shall my fury few, by pertinacious confidence he bred. Nay, ye shall every year see many a keel, with me my judgment here hath not misled. Such wrecks endure, shall see such fate befall, that death shall seem the lightest ill of all. And to the first illustrious leader whom fame's favor raises till he touch the skies, I will give novel and eternal tune, by the dark sentence of a god all wise. Here, of hard Turkish fleet that dreed his doom, he shall depose the prideful prosperous prize. Here shall at length my wrath and wrecks surpass, kiloa in ruins and a rant on bassa. Shall come another, eek of honored fame, a knight of loving heart and liberal hand, and he shall bring his dainty darling dame, love's choices treasure bound by hymen's ban. Ha! Sword of sorrow, dark the day when came the pair to this my heart and hateful land, condemned from cruel wreck their lives to save, and suffered toils untold to find a grave. Shall see its low starving die their children dear, sweet pledges bread of love, in fond love borne. Shall see the keffers greedy race and fear strip the fair lady of her raiment torn. Shall see those limbs as crystal light and clear, by suns and frosts and winds and weather worn, when seas to tread were long drawn miles the heat of sandy waste those delicatest feet. And more shall see their iron, whom fate shall spare from ill so dreadful, from so dire a blow. The two sad lovers left in misery, where implacable thorns and tibble thickets glow. There when the storms walk soft at their despair, shown by their ceaseless woe, sigh, groan, tear, throw, in the last strain them braze their souls exhale, from out the fairest, fondest, saddest jail. The fearful monster, with more ills and fold, are doomed disclosing, when a loud cried eye, Who art thou, whose immense stupendous mold, party, as mighty miracle to mine eye? His lips and dinghy orbs he breathed and rolled, and with a sudden frightful wailing cry, in slow and bitter accents he replied, as though the question probed and galled his pride. I am that hidden mighty head of land, the cape of tempests fitly named by you, which Ptolemy, Mela, Strabo never fend, nor Pliny Dramtov, nor Old Sages knew. Here, in South Ocean and Eye, Ephricks strand, where my unviewed point ye come to view, what should a far and tartic pole extendeth, such he your daring rashness dire offendeth? Enceladus and Theras titan brood, Aegean and the sentiment, the lion of me, who at a master height withstood, the hand that hurleth Vulcan's bolt divine, hill upon hill to pile was not my mood. To conquer ocean waves was my design. I went to seek, as captain of the main, the fleet of Neptune, which I sought in vain. For Pilius high-born spouse, my burning love, lured me rashly to such rude and prize. The bells of heaven near my breast could move, mine ocean empress filled my yearning eyes. One day, I saw her, with the near-aids' robe, all bare and beauties, neath the summer skies. And in such manners she bewitched my will, no other feeling can my bosom fill. But as my lady's grace I could not gain, for being only huge of form and face, I swear by forceful rape my wants obtain. And so to Doris I disclosed my case, and dread, she told her child my loving pain, when modesthetis, with her merry grace, replied, What nymph can boast, what are her charms, the strength to wrestle in a giant's arms? All gates, that ocean may once more be free from this sad warfare, I some mode will find, to guard my honor with his suit agree. Thus was the message to my near-consigned, I, who no treacherous near in art could see, for lover's blindness is exceeding blind, Felt with a buoyant hold my bosom bound, and hopes of passion by possession crowned. Love matted, moon struck, now I fled the war, and kindly Doris, named the tristing night. At length my lovely love I saw appear, my winsom fetus, in her robeless white, Like one possessed I hurried from afar, Hoping mine arms to clasp the wife and sprite, Of this my body, and hot kisses rain, Upon her cheeks, her locks, her gorious eye. Ha, how it irks to tell my saddest grace, Thinking my lover in these arms to hold, My arms a rugged mountain did embrace, You lad with Bremelbush a horrid wold, Before this rock upstanding face to face, Which for that angel front I didn't fold, No more was I a man, no lorn and lone, A rock, a stone I stood before a stone. O nymph, the loveliest born that bear the mane, I'll bite my presence, nearby thee was sought, How could my poor delusion cause thee pain? Why not be mountain, cloud, rock, vision, not? Ranging I wandered forth, well-nigh insane, For yearning grief with foul dishonor fraught, To seek another world where none could see My trickling tears and scoff at them and me. Meanwhile my Breven, who the conquest lost, Crushed an extremist conquered misery pine, Whom for more shitty that vain glorious host Of upstart gods need various mounts consigned, And as immortal scoff at mortal boast, I, to my sorrows in no wise resign, Fell fate, my awful foe, Begin to shape a dreadful vengeance for my daring rape. My flesh slow hardens into solid earth, To rocks and horrid crags and stone my bones, These limbs thou ceased in this mighty girth, Extend where desert ocean raves and moans, And fine the giant stature of my birth, To this far headland sprint with rocks and stones, The gods debased, and doubling all my woes, Round me wide, winsome, watery, fetish flows. The spiraled heat, and with appalling cry, From out our sight gruesome monster died, The black cloud melted, and the rose on high, Sonorous thunders rolled it by the tide. To the angel choirs with hands appraised, Eye In visible control so long our guide, Prayed God in pity with those ills with hold, By Adam master for our race foretold. Now pyres and flagon can appear, With the other pair that hail the radiant wane, When the tall heights of table-mount we spear, Which from the mighty giant form hath tain. Standing along now, easting shores we steer, And cleave the waters of the leavened main, The coastline hugging with a northern prow, Inside a second landfall, or the bow. The native owners of this other land, The burnished livery of Ethiopia's war, Yet was there bearing more humane and bland Than those who so mistreated us before. With dance and joyous feasts, a merry band Approached us tripping on the sandy shore, Bringing their women and fat herds that graze The pasture's gentle kind of high-bred race. The bronzed women, scorched by burning clime, A straddle row the slow-paced gentle steer, Beasts which their owners hold of beaves deprying, Better than any of their herds they rear. Pastoral catacombs, or pros, or rime, Concerted in their mother-tongue we hear, And to the rustic reeds sweet tunes they teach, As Tetris Chawnton meet his spreading beech. These, who seemed glad to see the guest abide Amid them, greeted us with friendly mood, And many a fatted fowl and sheep supplied, Their goods exchanging for the things deemed good. But, though my comrades tried, they vainly tried, For not a word in fine was understood, That of our search a signal might convey, Anchor, I wait, and I sail the way. Now here, in mighty Gaia, Our flight had flown round Blackmore-Afric shore, And now regained our prose The torrid heat of Middle Zone, While pole and tear-tec far in rear remained. We left a stern in Islet, first made known By the first squadron whose long toils Attained the Cape of Tempests, And that Islet found ended her voyage, As it's born and bound. Then stravely, cutting for a length of days, Where storms and saddening combs alternate range, Undreamed oceans and unpathed ways, Our soul-conductor hope in toil so strange. Long time we struggled, with the sea's wild maze till, As its general law is changeless change, We met a current with such speed that sped Against the flow to us hard to forge ahead. Of this prevailing flood, the puissant force, Which to the southward our armada hove, Such set opposite to our northing course, The winds to waft us onward vainly strove, Till notice, fast to find us fairer the worse, It seems, in struggle with the drift that drove, And forced his blasts, and with such color blue, Moger the mighty current, On we drew. Reduce at Saul that feigned and sacred day, Were in three kings and Orient region crowned, The king came seeking, who belittled lay, The king in whom three kings in one are bound. That mourn to other height we made our way, Finding the peoples that before we found, By a broad river, and we gave it name, From the high holiday, when to port we came. Sweet food we bartered from their scanty store, Sweet water from their stream, but nameless here, Gain we no tidings of that Indian shore, From men to us, that almost dumblings were. See now, O king, what distant regions o'er Of earth we wandered, peoples rude and fear, Nor news nor signal had our labors earned, Of the fair east for which our spirits yearned. Imagine, Prydy, what a piteous state must have Been ours, when all save life was gone, By hunger broken, and the storms wild hate, Who cursed by novel climbs and seas unknown, Our hearts the spirit of hope deferred so late, Till dull despair had marked us for her own. Toiling beneath those strange and natural skies, Our northern natures fell as to enemies. And now, decayed and damaged walks our food, Soar damaging the wasted frame of men, Without one comfort, some one gleam of good, Not in hopes flattering tale nor fancy vain. Just think that sailor of the sturdiest mood, Or any soldier saved of lucitane, Per chance had loyalty so long preserved, Both for his king and for the chief he served. Just think the wretches had not mutinied, Against the head who with their mood had striven, Parforce becoming pirates, Turned aside from duty by despair, One hunger driven. In very sooth these men were sorely tried, Since from their hearts, ne' moil, ne' toil hath Driven, porting all excellence abounding still, And leal valor and obedient will. Leaving in fine that port of fair sweet flood, And died once more to cut the salty spray, Off from the coastline for a spell with stood, Till deep blue water neath our kelsons lay. For frigid notice in his feinty mood, Was feint to drive us leewards to the bay, Made in that quarter by the crooked shore, Whenst rich safala sendeth golden ore. The sea by passing far, the nimble helm, By men to sently Nicholas assigned, Where roaring ocean raves on terrace realm, This and that vessels pro'er afterns inclined, And now from hearts which hopes and fears were well, Hearts in such faith to fragile plank resign, As hope grew hopeless, estrants despair, Good sudden tidings banished card and care. And thus it happened, as near the shore we went, Where beach and valley lay in clearest view, A stream, whose chorus in ocean there was spent, Showed of sails that came and went of you. Good sooth to greatest joy and soul gave vent, When first we sighted mariners who knew, Mariners practice, for we here were bound To find some tidings which indeed we found. All Ethiopians are, yet it would appear, They held communion with men better bred. Some words of Arab parlance here we hear, Imported sounds their mothers speech amid, A flimsy wrapper of tree wool they wear, A twisted tide about each kinky head, While other pieces dipped in azure taint Around their middles and their shame present. In Arab language, which they little know, But which Fernand Martins well comprehended, Ships great as ours, they say, Scud to and fro, Piercing the waters with the beak that rendeth. But there, where Phoebus leaps in air, They go, wither the broadening coals to south Extended, then from south sunwards, And a land is there, of folk like us, And like the daylight fair. Here was each bosom with rare gladness cheered, By the good people, and their news much more, From all the signals in the stream appeared, Stream of good signals, Christen we the shore. A marble column on this coast we reared, Whereof to mark such spots a few we bore, Its name that lovely angel youth supplied, Who did the bias to the Baal guide. Of shells and oysters and the weedy load, The noisome offspring of the main profound, He cleansed our kelsons, which the long sea road Brought to careening, clogged any munt, Our blameless ethiopes, who not far abode, With pleasing jock and proffers flocked around, Supplying maintenance we mainly saw, Pure of all leasing, free from feigning thought. Yet, from our aspirants grayed, Our hopes immense, bred by this seaboard, Was not pure and true the joy we joy, Nay, cruel recompense, deltas remusia, Sorrows strange anew. Thus smiling heaven-mixed favors doth dispense, In such condition dark endure men drew the breath Of life, and, while all ills endure, good changes often, good is never sure. And was that sickness of a swordest gust, The worst I ever witnessed, Came and stole the lives of many, And far alien dust, Buried for ae their bones in saddest dough. Who, but I witness, ere my words could trust, Of such disform and dreadful manners, Swole the mouth and gums, That grew proud flesh and foison, Till gangrene seemed all the blood to poison. Gangrene that carried foul and full-suntained, Spreading infection through the neighboring air, No cunning leech aboard our navy went, Much less a subtle surgeon was there. But some, whose knowledge of the craft was faint, Strove as they could the poison part of hair, As though to a dead, and here they did a ride, All were death's victims who had caught the blight. At last, in tangled break and unknown ground, Our true companions lost for ae, Who, amid such weary ways, such dreary rounds, Such dread-adventures aedons ever gave, How easy for a man's bones a grave has found, Earth's any wrinkle, ocean's any wave, Where so the long home be, abroad at home, For every hero's course may lend a tune. When, from that haven we resumed our way, While brighter hopes with darker hearts combined, We opened ocean where the down coast lay, Expecting sureer signal ere to find. At last we rode, in rude Mozambic bay, Of whose vile leasing and whose villain kind, Thou must have knowledge, and the foul deceit, Wherewith Mombasa would her guests defeat. Until safe anchored in thy harbor, Rife with all the gracious guest-rides that bestow Health on the living, on the dying life, God in his spitty, please the way to show. Here rest, here sweet repose from grief, Toil strife, New peace appeasing every want and woe Thou gavest us. Now, if hast heard me well, told is the tale Thou bates'd me to tell. Just then, O king, an over-earth ere went, Men who would tend such paths of risk and dread, Doce demonias, or in eloquent Ulysses, Fared so far this earth to tread, Did any dare to see the seas extend, How ere the muse their jests had sung or said, As I, by force of will and skill, have seen, And still shall see, or in the eighth I wean. This, who so deeply drank of fountaion, Or whom contend in conquest peregrine, Roads, Ies, Smyrna, with the Californian, Athens, and Argos, and Ocelemine, And that, the luster of the land Osonian, Whose voice altissinous and whose lyre divine, His native mincees hearing, sings to sleep, While tibers waves with pride and pleasure leap. Sing, lord and rite, they both in wild extremes, Of these their demigods and prowess Vaunt, on fable magens, surses, polyphemes, And sirens lulling with the sleepy chonde. Send them to plough with oar, And sail the streams of siphons, Or the blivious land's discan, Where slumbers float as itchers, dazed and died, In be their pilot whelmed in ocean tide. Storms let them loosen from the bags of wind, Create calypsis, captivate by love, Make harpy's touch contaminate all they find, And in said Hades make their heroes rove, However much or much they have refined, Such fable tales, which poets fancy prove, The simple naked truth my story telleth, All their grandiloquence of writ exceleth. Fast on our captain's facking lips Depends, as drunk with wonder, All that soul-wrapped crowd, Until at length his travel story ends, His tale that told of noble deeds and proud, The high-conceived intent the king commends, Of kings of notable feats of warfare vowed, Their legious, old and valorous, Strain extols, their loyal spirits, And their noble souls. The admiring audience to recount our fame, Each case, as each one best could understand, None from the hardy folk could turn their eye, Who, by such long-drawn waves, the waves had spend. Now, as the deely-news turns round the rain, Lampish's brother, held with feeble hand, And in the thetian arms, way where he falls, The king high seaboard to his royal halls. How pleasant sound the praise, And well one glory of men's own exploits, As men hears them chime, For noble travail, actions dying of story, That dim or equal those of passing time, Envy of famous feats and transitory, Have gendered thousand-thousand deeds sublime, The brave who loves to tread in valorous ways, Pents for the pleasure of his fellow's craze. Achilles' glorious feats could not so flame, Nor Alexander's soul to fight inspired, As he who sang in numbered verse his name, Such praise, such honor, most his soul desired. Not but the trophies of Miltiri's fame, Could rouse the mysticlies with envy fired, Who owned his highest joy, His best delight, came from the voices which his feats recite. Vashkodagama strived hard to prove, That these old travels in world-song resounding, Merit not glory, nor men's hearts may move, Like his sore travails, heaven and earth astounding. Yes, but that hero was esteem and love, Crowned with praise, prize, honors, Gift abounding, the lyre of Mantua, Taught her bar to chant, In ye's name, in Rome's high glorious vaunt. Cipias and Caesar's giveth Lusia land, Gives Alexander's and Augustine gifts, But she with all may not the gift's command, Whos wante'er's rough and ready-working lives. Octavius, pressed by fortune's heaviest hand, With calmed and learned verse her ron survives. Nor of Certi's fovea shall this truth deny, Glaffer is wit and trapped for Anthony. Goal Caesar, subjugating general friends, Yet worked his arms to science no offense, This hand the pen compelling, that the lands, He vied with Cicero's gift of eloquence. What most doth Cipias' name and fame and hence, Is of the comedy deep experience, What Hummer wrote that Alexander read, We know, whose roll ne'er left his couch's head. And fine, the nations own no Lord of men, That lacked a culture, learned fantasy, Of Grecian, Laysian, or barbarian strain, Only the Lusian lacking it we see. Not without shame, I say so, But to her vain, to hope for high triumphant posy, Till men, our rhymes, our songs, Shall lay to heart. For mine's art ignorant, Ay, look down on art, For this, and not for nature's fault, Be sure, Virgil nor Homer rise to strike the lyre, Nor shall rise ever, Undismold and your pious in ears, Or Achilles' dire. But, worst of all, It maketh men so dour, Of steered, rough, frigid's to poetic fire, So rude, so heedless to be known or no, Few heed the want, and many will it so. Let grateful Gama to my muse give grace, For the great patriot love that guards her sound, The lyre for all her sons, and a retrace, The name and fame of ways and wars renowned. Nor he, nor they who call themselves his race, Are in calliopey a friend so found, Or from the Tagus' maiden's boon could claim, To leave their golden webs and hymns his name. Because fraternal love and friendly will, That deals to every losing grave his need of lord, This thought, these resolutions fill My gentle tragedies, and this their creed. Yet nair let human bosom seize to thrill, With hope to dare, and do some mighty deed. Since, or by these, or happily, other ways, He nair shall for fate prizes value praise. And while he voyageth, prosperously, Bacchus descended to the sea, Description of Neptune's palace. The same Bacchus convoked the sea gods, And persuaded them to destroy the navigators. Meanwhile, Velozo entertained his mates with the tale of the Twelve of England. Nor'able storm arises, and is calmed by Venus and her nymphs. At length, they arrive in calm weather at Calicut, the last and longed forborn of this navigation. Another argument. Illustrious gamma from Umbasa, Saliff, with native pilots and fresh nutriments. Descends Leo's seaward, Neptune, Haliff, the gods who ruled the human element. Velozo, giving praise and honor, telleth of the English Twelve, the tale of tournament. So cureth Venus her long-suffering fleet, And thus the wished-for strength of in they greet. Control six. Scant could devise how best to entertain, The pagan king are voyagers renowned. Firm friendship of the Christian king to gain, And faults so poison-proofed, so faithful found. Grieve with him greatly, that his rule in reign Be placed so distant from Europe's bound, By law, nor let him neighbor that abode, Where open Hercules the broad sea rode. With games and dances, gentle, honest play, Ian as accorded with Melendon's style, And fishing frolics, like the legion gay, Delighted Anthony with gladdening guile, Rejoice their famous sovereign every day, The Lusitanian host to feast and fill, With banquet's rich, rare meats and unknown dishes, Of fruit and flesh, Of birds and beasts and fishes. But when the captain saw him still detaineth, Far more than seemeth meat, While the fresh breeze to sail inviteeth, And he had obtained the negro pilots, And the new supplies, no longer list he tarry, For remaineth long path to plow, Through salt and silver and seeds, To the good pagan, bits he warm adieu, Who praise their friendship may be long and true. He prayeth, Ike, that hithe shall ever be The place where all the fleets may rest And bait, for nothing better now desireth he Than for such barrens to quit reign and state. Ike, that earlight of life his body flee, He will an opportunity await, His days to peril and his crown to wave, For king so kingly and for brave so brave. Responds in similar speech to such discourse the captain gave, And losing canvas sailed, straight for a wroughton region shaping course, Where his long-seeking still-soul scant availed. No more his guide and pilot had recourse To fraud and falsehood, Nay, he never failed in his sure seamanship, So sped they o'er, Secure seas than those they sailed before. They fought the restless floods that front the morn, Now entering Indic Ocean and describe Sol's chambers, Where the burning god is born, And every wish was well nigh satisfied. But now, that ill-phionious soul of scorn, Mourning the mighty needs of parent pride, That Lusian Valer Wendeth died to win Burns and blasphemes with madding rage and sane. He saw the potent hosts of heaven prepare, In Lisbon town a novel ronde to install, Nor odd can alter such high fortunes Are ruled by the dreadful power that rules all. And fine, he flies Olympus in despair To find on earth new mold remedial. He thrives the humid rain and seeks his court, Who gained the governance of the seas by sword. Deep in the lowest depths of the profound and lofty caves Where surges lumbering lie, There, whence the billow-sally furry-bun, Whence the fierce winds, the fiercer waves reply, Bides Neptune, and the by their lord a-round, Nirates, and many a seaborn deity, Where fit for cities leave the waves a-plane, Dry for the gods heads governing the main. Discover the undiscovered depths of sea, Courts strewn with ravels of fine silver whore, And lofty turrets crowned at ocean lee, Crystalline masses of deftness o'er. However near the curious eye may be, So much its judgment shall be less secure On it be crystal or the diamond stone, That doth such clearness and such radiance own. The gates of purest gold, where lies in laid, Rich seed of pearl that in the sea shall breedeth, With rarest shapes of sculptured are portrayed, Whereon hot back as pleasant glences feedeth. There, mid the foremost, limned in light and shade, Old chaos-face confused the stranger breedeth. The fourfold elements, each he sees translate, Each in his several office and his state. Their fire sublimely held supremist height, Who by no browser's substance was sustained, Lending to living things his life in light, Since by promotheus tolan and detain. Behind him, standing high on mortal sight, In visible air a lower place maintained, Either which conquered me by heat me cold, Near suffereth earth a vacuous space unfold. Their decked with mount and basketch terrace stood, Eye-cladding grass, shrub, tree of blossomed head, Affording life, affording divers food, To every breathing thing her surface bred. The glassy figure, each in sculptured stood, Of water veining earth and interspread, Creating fishes in their varied norm, And by her humor holding all in form. Carved on another panel showed the fight, Waged by the gods against the giant tree. Tiffius lies neat eatnest, serried high, Far fleshing crevitant artillery. Their sculptured cometh, gravity earthed, To smite Neptune when taught the salvage meant To ply his gift, the coarser, And to world's first shone, The peaceful olive tree, the nervous boom. With scanty tardons vexed liest eyed, These varied marvels, soon he passed the gate Of Neptune's palace, who had thithered hide The gods' expected visit to await. Him at the threshold greets he, company'd, By nymphs, who marvel at the freak of fate, To see, attempting such a newset road, The wine-gods seek the water-gods abode. O Neptune, cried he, regard not strange That Bacchus comes aghast within thy reign. Even we highest powers who rack no change Are prone to suffer fortunes fell disdain. Summon, I pray, the gods who ocean range, Here say I more, if more to hear thou dain. They shall behold what ills the gods befall, All hear what evils overhang as all. Already in Neptune, dimming worth his heed, A case so novel, sense in hottest haste, Triton to call the cold sea-gods with speed, That governs oceans' breath from east to west. Triton, that boasts him of the sea-king seed, Who had the reverend nymph, Salashia, pressed, Was a tall, huge-limbed carl, young, Swart of Hugh, his father's trumpet, And his courier too. The feltured beard and matted locks that fell, A down his head and o'er his shoulder's throne, Were water-pregnant weeds, and seemed it well, No softening comb had air their tangles known, Nor lacketh jet-black fringe of mussel shell, Pendant from points where mingled growths are grown. For cap and cowl upon his head he wore, The crusty spoils urged a huge lobster bore. Naked his body and of cloth are clear his loins, To swim without impediment. Yet pygmy sea-things clothed with seaborn ear, His limbs in hundred-hundreds spread and sprint. With shrimps and crabs and many such small deer, Which from cool Phoebe take their increment, Oysters and moss-fouled mussels, While itch rib glistens with periwinkles glazed and glib. His conch, that mighty-ridded shell, In hand he bore, and forceful blue with draughty throat, Whose harsh, cannerous voice at his command, Heard every ocean echoing far the note. Now, by his summons worn, the god-like band Straight for the palace left their seats, And sought the deity who reared Dardania's wall, By Grecian fury doomed Anon to fall. Came Father Ocean, whom accompanied The sons and daughters gotten in the main. Comes Nereus, who led Doris for a bride, She who replenished with her nymphs his reign. And Ike, prophetic Proteus, did her hide, Leaving his herd to browsed by her plain. He came, that wizard, yet right well knew he, What Father Bacchus wanted of the sea. Came from another quarter-nation sphere, Begot by Silas, borne by Vesta's womb, Of Jaster grave, yet gay, fair sun-compere, The wandering waves were blandished by her bloom. A light samarra of costly weft her wear, Subtle as though to her wolf in airy loom, That bear the crystal charms to longing eye, Charms Nere create in jealous shape to pine. An amphitrite bride as flowers in spring, In such conjuncture could not stay away. Bringing the dolphin, who her heart could bring, Her kingly lover's wish and will to obey. With glorious orbs that conquer everything, And steal his splendors from the lord of day, Hand clasping hen, the coupled concert strawd, The sister's spouses of the two-wived god. She, who from furious atemas of yore, A fugitive uproars to god degree, Her son, a lovely youngling with her bore, Fated to sit in heaven's concessory. They linger, sporting on the pavley shore, With pearly consulates which the briny sea ae reads, And now his stays his sport, and rests, Pillow-don, Pinope's delicious breasts. An ick the god, once made in mold of man, Who by the magic simple spotent spell, Changed it to fish, and from such chance, Began a thing of time, made timeless gods to dwell, Came still bewailing tricksy fortune's ban, Which the fair maid by Cersei's spite befell, Silla, he loved it, as by her beloved, For love pervert pure hate hath often proven. And now the god heads all in council meet, Amid the vasty halls, superb, divine, Goddesses seated on rich day's seat, Gods throned on tallest straddles crystalline. When rose their awful host, his guests agreed, Who by the thiebans sat on level wine, Fumith the palace with the rich sea mass, Arabies' odors never shall surpass. At length, when tumult sinks to stilly rest, And when the deities all their greetings close, To them Pheonius opes his hidden breast, And the sad secret of his torment shows. A shade of sadness marts his look and jest, As though depressed by sense of during woes, Resolved with alien steel alone to slay, Right soon the blissous men begin to say, Prince, who by birthright holdest high command, Or the proud seas that sweep from pole to pole, Thou who just curved the densens off the land, That none or pass his term in certain goal, And Father Ocean, Thou who circling band Around the globet universe doth row, Permitting only by thy just decree, Each in due balance to flourish, earth and sea, And Ike ye water gods, Who ne'er endure art of injurious in your vast domain, Some meatis, chestis men, Condine and sure, Dell to the worms who overrun your reign, Why dwell ye reckless thus, How rest secure? Who, to such softness, Had the power to train your hearts, With reason hardened to behold, This race of mortals weak with also bold? Ye saw the wondrous insolent extremes, That bear the heavenly heights and arms to scale, Ye saw that wildest fantasy, That dreams of conquering ocean tide with ore and sail, Ye saw, and every day we see, Miss Eames, such braves, Such insults that, if these prevail, Full soon I fear, Of sea and sky divine, Men kind, the gods heads, Gods the human kind. You see that now this weak ephemeral brood, Who from a vessel mine have taken name, With spiked high flow, And heart of proudest mood, You, me, and all the world would tempt and tame. You see how freely they defy your flood, A daughter deed that Rome's high race could claim. You see they seek to spy your whole domain, To break the very statutes of your reign. I saw how, against the mini-eye, First to find the path that passeth through your realm, The wave, Much injured, borious, With his brother Wind, Aquilo, and their peers, Did rage and rave. If to the adventurous mortals, Who designed such wrongs, The winds of pay, the bolson rave, Ye, who have higher rye, These wrongs to pay, What wake ye? Doom of justice, why delay? Nor will I, gods, consent, So should you throw. Pure love of you from heaven hath brought me down. Not thus your suffering, fuel, eye, and your woe, What wrongs I now resent are all mine own. Since the high honors as your godship knows, I want on earth, when fell by me your throne, In this wealthy reign of mourning long the grace, I see abated by this little race. For are all sovereign sire, and eat the fates, Who rule this nether world as best they want, Resolve with fame, which ne'er on men awaits, To make the bismol seed these bairness lot. Hence shall you view, O gods, their human hates, Teach God to work God wrong. Ha, see ye not, of note and worth, We have the smallest boast, Whose value reason valueeth the most. Wherefore, Olympus Hyde, I now have fled, To seek hard-solving balm for sore despair, Iq would I find if rank thus forfeited, In heaven your water still to undercare. More would he say, but nothing more, he said, For tears, already trickling pair by pair, Lapt from his brimming lids, and as they came, The gods of water felt their sprites of flame. The rage which sudden fire their hearts divine, And roused to such display each vengeful soul, Suffered not counsel to contain design, Nor discount brooketh nor endured control. Now to great illus they sent a sign, As to her from Neptune bidding him enroll, Contrary winds of wildest frenzy, And of all ventures sails sweep clean the sea. Proteus, the first and foremost, Their desired to speak his feelings as he felt him bound, The general conclave deeming him inspired By some mysterious prophecy profound, Yet was that company divine so fired by sudden tumult, Break such storm of sound, That that is rising, cries indignantly, Well, can't skin Neptune what commandeth he? Now their superb hippodotties gave vent To furious winds urged pent in prisonhold, The while his wilful words fresh fury lent Against illusian barrens brave and bold. Sudden the summer vault with clouds was sprint, For winds so growing fierce with rage untold, Gather as on they go fresh might and main, House, tower, and hillocks truing o'er the plain. While thus in council met the gods array beneath the seas, Before soft breezes float our joyous wary ships, And hold their way or tranquil ocean on the long new route. The hour was that when hangs the lamp of day, From hemisphere Eowan most remote. They of night's early watch lay down to sleep, While others wake the second ward to keep. Drowsiness mastered, all hath numbed and chill, Shivered with many aeon the huddling crew, Beneath the bulging mainsail clothed ill, To bear the nightly breath that keenly blew. Their eyes kept open sore against their will, They rubbed and stretched their torpid limbs anew, To seek a waking draw at the men devise, Spin stories tell a thousand histories. One can to say, wherewith may better we, Spur tardy time, who lag so sore and slow, Save with some pretty tale of joy and s'gay, That heavy slumbered trouble was no more. Replying Leonardo, truest lover he, Whose firm and constant thought was ae a glow, What tale our tardy brasss may better move, And kill old time than some fair lay of love? T'were not in the things, Velozo said, Thing made on theme so soft an hour so hard to dwell. The rough sea labours, which do fag the fleet, Loves delicatest fences, rudely quell. Rather of fervid fight and battle-feed, Been our story, for I see full well, Life is all hardship, and good soothe I whiz, More trouble cometh, something tells me this. All with his words consenting joined a sail, Velozo, to recount what ere he knew. I will recount, woth he, nor shall you rail, At ought that seemeth fabulous or new, And that my hearers learn from this my tale, High proofs of forceful deed to dare and do, In of my countrymen I'll say my say, The twelfth of England shall adore my lay. When of a man's heart, I'll say my say, When of a rain the curbing rain so light, John, son of Pedro, held with moderate hen, And when his realm had escaped the bane and blight, Of dealt by hate of hostile Neverland, There in great England, where the rain falls white, From boreal snowdrift fears a rinnous plant, To sow the diligent tears of wanton strife, And make our lucitania luster rife. Betwixt the gentle dames of the English court, And high-born courtyard crowd, One day it came that horrid discord Showed her dreadful port, Of self-will sprung, or faith in common fame. The courtyard throng that lightly loves and sport, And careless move to root the gravest shame, Swear honor they disproved in honesty, In certain dames who boasted dames to be. Nay, more, if any night upholds as true, And with his brannan lance the cause defend, Enlists a razor'd feel, the same should rue foul infamy, Or come to cruel end. The woman weakness which but little knew, If ere such foul reproach, and yet which can, Its want of natural force could only crave, Their friends to succour, and their kin to save. But as their slanderers great and quiescent were Throughout the kingdom, none the cause would heed. Nor kit, nor friends, nor fervid lovers there Support the dames in darkest hour of need. Tempting with delicate tear and doleful air, The very gods to rise in arms and aid, From heaven, for sake of alabaster brows, To dookal Lancaster the bevy goes. This lord was English, and in doubt he fight Against Castile for Portugal made war, Wherein he proved the noble force and sprite Of his companions and their favouring star. Nor less within our realm he saw the might of love, Whose amorous feats as forceful are, When his fair daughter, so the heart did win Of our stout king that chose her for his queen. He, who in person succour must withhold, Last fire of civil discord thus be fend, Replied, when I my rites upheld of old, To Spanish kingdom in Liberian land, I saw in Lucius' sons a soul so bold, Such primacy of hearts, such open hand, That they, and only they, I deem, Shall dare with brand and fibrant for your case to care. And if, aggrieved dames, ye hold it meet, I'll send my herald speaking in your name, While let your letters, courches and discreet, Declare your insult and bewail your shame. Eek on your side with pretty phrases sweet, And soft caresses let each injured dame temper her tears, And venture I to say, You shall strong succour see and steadfast stay. Thus doth the duke experienced speak his mind, And of his bravest friend twelve names he quotes, That suitable champion be to each assigned, He wills the name at night which holds by lots, Because the dames be twelve, And when they find which brave to which bell dame His life devotes, Each unto each shall write and claim her rites, All to their king the duke to all the knights. The messenger now, when Lucia land arriveeth, The court rejoices at such novelty. Our king sublime to list the foremost triveth, But suffereth not the kingly dignity. No courtier but whose valiant sprite aspireeth To volunteer with fervid volunteer, And only he high-favored is proclaimed, Whom for such noble feat the duke hath maimed. There in the loyal city went's to sad by olden fame, Arrows the name eternal of Portugalea, A nimble bark he bade, bequipped, Who holds the helm of rule internal. The twelve in briefest season ready-made, Arms in accoutrements of use would urinal, Helms, crests, and motos of choice mow they choose, Horse, cell, and harness of a thousand hues. Now, when dismissed by their king had been, Sail from the Dota region's fame the far, The luck loved twelve, who did the proof-all-win Of England's duke experienced in war. A mid-a-dozen was no different scene in chivalry, While skill and strength were par. Then one, Magrissohite, and only he, This way addressed the dowty company. Valiantist comrades, longings manifold, I nursed for many a year the world to explore, Rivers by Tagas nor by Dota rolled, Various nations, laws, and varied war. And now, that matters fit in certain mold, Since Earth of Marvel's half-extended store, I would, unleave you, give a long-go-round by land, And meet you upon English ground. And should I happily counter-lad or stay, From him who holds of things the ultimate line, And fail to find you on our tristing day, Skinned fault to you shall bring default of mine. You all shall do my duty in the fray, But, on my precious sprite the truth divine, The stream, the mount, the jealous fate hath power, To nil I hail you at the appointed hour. Thus, Speck Magrissohite, and his friends embraced it, He ferrethed forwards when their leave was tain. In Leon and Castile's old realms he traced, Sides Pedro Maras had granted us to gain. Lavar and all the dangerous heads he faced, Of Pyrenee departing gold from Spain, And, seen of friends the highest scenes and best, In Flanders grand emporium took his rest. Their halting, or by chance, or whims to men, For days he tarried, making much delay. Meanwhile, the stout eleven, a glorious ban, Ploughed northern waters scattering freezy spray, Arrived on Stranger England's distant strand, At once to London town all took the way. The duke receives them in his festive hall, The dames to service, greeting one and all. Now time and tide are ready for the fight, With English twelve, who first the field are shown, Chose by their king, right sure of every night, Helms, crests, grieves, scopes, and harnesses they don. The dames already deem the fulgent might Of Portugaleia's mavers all their own, In golden oak and rainbow silks eye-clad, And thousand jewels sit they gay and glad. But she, who claim it by the chance of lot missing Magrissu, Dressed in mourning dye sits sad, For she and only she have not, A nightly champion in this high emprise. Though our eleven proclaimed on the spot, To England's court of battles such as sighs, That moat the dames their cause victorious call, Though of their champions two or three may fall. Now in the lofty public lists convene, The king of England and his suit and court, In threes by threes and four by fours are seen, Spectators ranged by the rule of sword. From tige to bactress, ne'er did Saul, I wean, Flame on such force and fierceness, Power and port as on those English twelve, Who leave their walls to front eleven of our porting goals. Championing their golden bits, flat, Spummy white, the chargers cast fears, Fiery looks as cans, on arms and armor, Phoebus dents it bright, as on dear adamant, Or crystal glance. Not last on either side, As down the sigh, numbers unequal, A quaint dissonance, to twelve, eleven matched, Begins the crowd to vent its general joy in this long and loud. All turned their faces curious to see, Where loudest brood and hottest bait arise, When, lo, a horseman, arm'd cap up he, Pricks o'er the plain to claim of war the prize, Saluting king and dame straight righteth he to his eleven, Tis the great Magrissu, with warmest accolade his friends he haileth, Whom in the battle surty's near he faileth. The lady, hearing that the man was there, Who would in combat guard her name and fame, Wins glad the fleece of Helly's beast aware, Which more than virtue vogue her heart stop flame. They cry, let go, and now the trump's true blare, Fireeth the warrior heart with fiercer flame, All pricketh once the spur, all slack the bit, All couch the lenses, earth by fire is lit. The tramp of Dastryr's riseth with a noise, As though some quake of earth roll near their dread. Heart strings and bosoms flutter, Gazing eyes are fixed in mingled sense of joy and dread. This, from his charger not dismounting flies, That, growneth, falling with his falling steed, This hath his no-white male with fir-male died, That, with his helm-tum, flogs his curser's side. Some sleep to wake no more, In lasting soon, passing from life to death with hasty course. Horses sunriders here or till'd yard run, And there the rider runs without the horse. Now falleth English pride from off her throne, For two or three depart the pale part force, While they, the battle-brand, who came to wield, Find more than harness-holds, or mail, or shield. To waste long words and wars extremes to show, Of slashing cuts and thrusts of cruel pain, For work of wastrel men, who, well we trod, Of leisure lavish, vainest dreamry thing. Let it in fine suffice, that all you know, How, with the fame of high finesses remain, Victory's palms with us, and every day, A glorious victress did retrieve her fame. The Duke are conquering twelve forthwith invites, Where ring his holds with feast and wassel-gay, Hunters and kitcheners to toil in sights, Of the twelve dames that goodly company, Who glad had lavished on their savior-nights, The thousand banquets every hour of the day, Long as on English land they list to Rome, Before returning to the dear-loved home. With all the great Magrissus men declare, Wishing the wonders of the world to view, Abroad remain it and perform it there, Per Flanders Countess, notable service true, And being no carbonite but prompt to dare, What exploits, Mars, thou biddest men to do, His slew of frank infield, and thus had he Turquatus and Corvina's destiny. Of the stout twelve another cast his lot, In Elmaine, where him fiercely challenged, A wily German who had planned such plot, His life depended from a single thread. Veloso seizing here his mate's basalt, He would not leave the glorious tail and said, An entmagrissus and the mead he met, Nor in the cative German knight forget. But at this passage when each pricked his ear, Behold, the master conning sky and cloud, Pipe of his whistle, waken as they hear, Starboard and larboard all the startlet proud, And as the breeze blew freshening shrill and sheer, He bathe and take in top sails shouting loud, Yearly my lads, look out, the wind increases, From yawn black thundered cloud before our faces. Scares were the four sails hurriedly taken in, And sharp and sudden bursts the roaring gale, Furl, cried the master, with his louded in, Furl, cried he, furl for life the main mass sail. The furious gusts wait not till they begin, Furling the canvas, but conjoint a sail, Interred with such crash to strads and tatters, As though a ruined whirl the storm went shatters. Meanwhile the crew with cries the welting tore, And panic fear and general discord, For as the canvas split, the hull healed o'er, Broad sheets of water shipping by the board. Have, roared the master, with a mighty roar, Have overboard, you're all, together's the word. Others go work the pumps, and will will, The pumps, and sharp, look sharp, before she fill. Hurrieth to ply the pumps, the soldier hosed, But ere they reached them, the rolling sea, And tammer's waves, the ship so pitched and tossed, All lost their footing, falling to the leap. Three stalwart sailors, who basthroos could boast, Suffice it not to make the helmward free. Tackles to starboard, yolks to port, they lash it, Yet all their power and practice to the bashing. Such were the gale gusts, never tempest blew, With more of crew will, of fellers' tower, As though its mission were tough, rude, and strew, On plain of Babel, Babel's tallest tower. Mid the great washing waves that greater grew, Dwindled the peasant ship to stature lower, Than her own cock, and was a thing of fear, Seeing her in such surges swim and steer. The sturdy craft that pulled a gum of airs, Beareth her main mass broken clean in twain, And well night waterlogged, The crew in prayers calls upon him, Who came to ransom men. Nor last vain clamors to the empty airs, Coelho's vessel casts by fear or tain, Though there the master had more caution shone, Furling his canvas ere the storm came down. In air the ships are thrown with every throw, Of furious Neptune's crests that kiss the cloud. A none appear the keels to settle low, Where horrid glooms the deep sea-bowl's shroud, While notice, oster, boreus, acrylo, The world machine to rack and ruin crowd, Gleam it and glare it pitch a hideous night, With leaven burning all the polar hide. The Halcyon birds their melancholy wail piped, As they cowered on the salvage shore, Remembering a the wrongful long past tale, Of woes the waters wrought to them of yore. In while the nammer dolphins fled the gale, To sheltering grottoes in the deep sea-floor, Although the mighty winds and mighty waves, Threatened a danger in their deepest caves. Near forge such lightning bolts of living fire, Against the giant's hot rebellious bend, The great toil sordid blacksmith, In desire to grace with radiant arms his stepson's hand. Never was known the mighty thunderer's ire, To reign such fulminant fulgar o'er the land, In the great deluge which alone withstood, The pair that changed its stones to flesh and blood. How many mountains leveled with the lee, Those waves that burst and break with awful might, How many a knolled trunk of ancient tree, The winds of tore with wild and willful spite, Near wrecked those bulky cable routes to sea, Their hills upturned to meet the heavenly light, Nor thought the deep-laid scents that floods could flow, So fierce and raise aloft what lay below. Dagama, seeing that so near the scope Of his long voyage every chance had failed, Seeing the seas to depths inferno-o, Then with redoubled rage the lift assailed, By natural fear confused and son of hope of life, Were not of heart or art availed, To that high poisons and that certain aid, Which makes the impossible possible, thus prayed. Celestial guard, divine angelical, Of skies and earth and sea so scissorain, Thou who didst lead thy people Israel, Throw every three in waters cleft in twain, Thou who didst deign the fan-dye-servant pole From sandy surds and the monstrous mane, Who daintest the second sire and children save, To fill the regions emptied by the wave, If through new perilous paths away I wore, Through other syllas and caribdus came, Saw other certes reefed the sandy floor, Other across Iranian rocks and fame. Why, when such labours are well nigh no more, Why are we thus abandoned, left to shame? If by our travails thou be not offended, Nay, if thy greater glory be intended. O happy day, whose habit was to die, On gridded points of lances African, To fall, while striving still to bear on high, Our holy faith in regions more attend, Whose feats illustrious live in ear and eye, Whose memories ay shall haunt the heart of man, Whose lives by ending life win living name, Whose deaths are sweetened by a deathless fame. Thus he, while battling winds so fiercer clashed, Like raging bulls indomitably would, To greater rage the raging gale was lashing, Hissing and howling through the tiny shroud, The lightning's dreadful nightlight brighter flashed, And dreadful thunders rolled and rent the cloud, As though the heavens to earth an axel fell, And the four elements in battle mel. But now, the lovely star with sparkling ray, Led forth clear soul in eastern hemisphere, Days lovely herald hasting to display, Her gladdening brow and earth unseated sheer, The goddess ruler of its sky-way, Whom falcon-gird Orion flies in fear, When seen the billows and her dear-loved fleet, With equal anger and with fear was smith. Here, surty's Baca's handwork I describe, What she, but fortune there shall gar him gain, His wicked object, nor shall skate mine eye, The damning tension which he planes in vain. Thus she, and slipping instant from the sky, Lightly she lipeth on the spacious mane, Bidding her nymphs to wear as on she's pad, A rosy garland on each golden head. Garlands she bade them wear of varied hue, On blondest tresses of the purest shine, Who had not said the ruddy florids grew, On natural gold, which love had loved to twine. To tame and blandish by the charming view, The noise and crew of winds she doth design, Her galaxy of nymphs, a train as fair, As planets dancing on the planes of air. And thus it was, for when in beauty's pride, Showed the fair bevy faded straight away, The fours were with each windy warrior by, And all surrendered happy to obey. It seemed their mighty feet and hens were tied, By hanks of hair that dim the leavenry. Meanwhile, her Boreus, she who ruled his breast, Loved the Asorithia thus addressed, Think not, dear Boreus, ere it was thought of mine, That thou hast loved me with constant love, For gentle ways be love's secureest sign. Rough has no power to lover's heart to move. See, and thou brittle knot that rage and dine, Expect no grace of me, come to behold, Henceforth to murder love by deadly fear, For love is terror and fear draweth near. The spake fair Galatea, in such strain, Her furious notice, for she watched right well, Long in her presence pleasure he had tamed. And now, she feeleth, he must feel her spell. The solvage scarcely can his joy contain, Nor will his heart within his bosom dwell, Or joy to view his day in vouchsafe command, He deems this little to walk soft and bland. Thus Ike had others equal part to tame, Those other lovers who their haste obeyed. Yielding to Venus, every wind became Tranquil of Semblance by new softness swayed. She promised, seeing their loves her aid enslaved, In love's sweet wars her sempeternal aid, And took their homage on her beauties' hens, To bear, while sail the ships her dear commands. Now splendid morning tipped the hills with red, Whence rolls the Genji his sacred sounding tide, Whenceemen perched upon the top must had, Highlands far rising o'er the prowls describe. Now, scape the tempest and the first seed-read, Flat from each bosom tears vain, And cried the Melendanian pilot in delight, Calicut land, if odd I see a ride, This is, party, the very land of inn, What realms you seek, behold, a head up here, And if no farther earth you long to find, Your long-drawn travail finds its limit here. No more the Gama could compose his mind, For joy to see that in this known and near, With knees on deck, and hence to heaven appraised, The God who gave such gift of grace he praised, Praise to his God he gave, and rightly gave, For he not only to that born was brought, Wherefore such perilous he and his did brave, Wherefore with toil and moils so sore he fought, But more, because so barely scape the grave, When raging ocean death for him had wrought, By the due fervid winds terrific might, He was like one who wakes from dream of fright. Amid such fierce extremes of fear and pain, Such grievous labors, perils, lacking name, Who so fair honor wooeth, eh shall gain, Men's true nobility, immortal fame. Not those who ever lean on ancient strain, And pying on noble trunk of barren plain, Not those reclining on the golden beds, Where Moscow zebling down his softness spreads, Not with the novel vines exquisite, Not with the languid wanton promenade, Not with the pleasures varied infinite, With generous souls effeminate degrade, Not with the never-conquered appetite, By fortune pampered as by fortune made, That suffers none to change and seek the mead of value, Daring some heroic deed. But by the dotty arm and sword that chaise honor, Which man may proudly hail his own, In weary vigil in the steely case, With wrathsome winds and bitter billows thrown, Suffering the frigid rigors in the embrace of south, And regions lorn and leer and lone, Swallowing the tainted rations scanty though, Salted with toil of body, moil of soul. The face enforcing when the cheek would pale, To wear assured aspect glad and faint, And meet the red-hot balls whose whistling hail, Spreads comrade's arms and legs on battle plain. Thus honored hardness shalt a heart predale, To scoff at honors and vile gold disdain. The gold the honors often forged by chance, No value gained, no virtue shalt enhance. Thus walks our mortal wits immortal bright, By long experience led, men's truest guide, And thus the soul shalt see from heavenly height The maze of human paddiness and pride, Whose soul shalt rule his life by reason light, Which feeble passion there hath power to hide, Shall rise as rise he ought to honor true, Moger his will that near hath stooped to sue.