THE

L USIA D:

OR,

THE DISCOVERY OF INDIA.

AN EPIC POE M.

TRANSLATED FROM THE

ORIGINAL PORTUGUESE OF LUIS DE CAMOËNS.

By WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE.

NEC VERBUM, VERBO CURABIS REDDERE, FIDUS
INTERPRES.

HOR. ART. POET.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

THE THIRD EDITION.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR T. CADELL JUN. AND W. DAVIES,

THE

LUS I A D.

BOOK IV.

As the toft vefsel on the ocean rowls,
When dark the night, and loud the tempest howls,
When the lorn mariner in

every wave
That breaks and gleams, forbodes his watery grave;
But when the dawn, all filent and serene,
With soft-paced ray dispels the shades obscene,
With grateful transport sparkling in each eye,
The joyful crew the port of safety fpy.
Such darkling tempests and portended fate,
While weak Fernando lived, appalld the state;
Such when he dy'd, the peaceful morning rose,
The dawn of joy, and sooth'd the public woes.
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