Esteem the phantoms of the dreamful brain:
That living fire, by seamen held divine,355*
Of Heaven’s own care in storms the holy sign,
Which, midst the horrors of the tempest plays,
And, on the blast’s dark wings will gaily blaze;
These eyes distinct have seen that living fire
Glide through the storm, and round my sails aspire.
And oft, while wonder thrill’d my breast, mine eyes
To heaven have seen the wat’ry columns rise.
Slender, at first, the subtle fume appears,
And writhing round and round its volume rears:
Thick as a mast the vapour swells its size,
A curling whirlwind lifts it to the skies;
The tube now straightens, now in width extends,
And, in a hov’ring cloud, its summit ends:
Still, gulp on gulp in sucks the rising tide,
And now the cloud, with cumbrous weight supplied,
Full-gorg’d, and black’ning, spreads, and moves, more slow,
And waving trembles to the waves below.
Thus, when to shun the summer’s sultry beam
The thirsty heifer seeks the cooling stream,
The eager horse-leech fixing on her lips,
Her blood with ardent throat insatiate sips,
Till the gorg’d glutton, swell’d beyond her size,
Drops from her wounded hold, and bursting, dies.
So, bursts the cloud, o’erloaded with its freight,
And the dash’d ocean staggers with the weight.
But say, ye sages, who can weigh the cause,
And trace the secret springs of nature’s laws,
Say, why the wave, of bitter brine erewhile,
Should to the bosom of the deep recoil
Robb’d of its salt, and, from the cloud distil,
Sweet as the waters of the limpid356* rill?
Ye sons of boastful wisdom, famed of yore,
Whose feet unwearied wander’d many a shore,
From nature’s wonders to withdraw the veil,
Had you with me unfurl’d the daring sail,
Had view’d the wondrous scenes mine eyes survey’d,
What seeming miracles the deep display’d,
What secret virtues various nature show’d,
Oh! heaven! with what a fire your page had glow’d!
And now, since wand’ring o’er the foamy spray,
Our brave Armada held her vent’rous way,
Five times the changeful empress of the night
Had fill’d her shining horns with silver light,
When sudden, from the maintop’s airy round,
“Land! land!” is echoed. At the joyful sound,
Swift to the crowded decks the bounding crew
On wings of hope and flutt’ring transport flew,
And each strain’d eye with aching sight explores
The wide horizon of the eastern shores:
As thin blue clouds the mountain summits rise,
And now, the lawns salute our joyful eyes;
Loud through the fleet the echoing shouts prevail,
We drop the anchor, and restrain the sail;
And now, descending in a spacious bay,
Wide o’er the coast the vent’rous soldiers stray,
To spy the wonders of the savage shore,
Where stranger’s foot had never trod before.
I and my pilots, on the yellow sand,
Explore beneath what sky the shores expand.
That sage device, whose wondrous use proclaims
Th’ immortal honour of its authors’357* names,
The sun’s height measured, and my compass scann’d,
The painted globe of ocean and of land.
Here we perceiv’d our vent’rous keels had past
Unharm’d the southern tropic’s howling blast;
And now, approach’d dread Neptune’s secret reign,
Where the stern power, as o’er the austral main
He rides, wide scatters from the polar star
Hail, ice, and snow, and all the wintry war.
While thus attentive on the beach we stood,
My soldiers, hast’ning from the upland wood,
Right to the shore a trembling negro brought,
Whom, on the forest-height, by force they caught,
As, distant wander’d from the cell of home,
He suck’d the honey from the porous comb.
Horror glar’d in his look, and fear extreme,
In mien more wild than brutal Polypheme:
No word of rich Arabia’s tongue358* he knew,
No sign could answer, nor our gems would view:
From garments strip’d with shining gold he turn’d,
The starry diamond and the silver spurn’d.
Straight at my nod are worthless trinkets brought;
Round beads of crystal, as a bracelet wrought,
A cap of red, and, dangling on a string,
Some little bells of brass before him ring:
A wide-mouth’d laugh confess’d his barb’rous joy,
And, both his hands he raised to grasp the toy.
Pleas’d with these gifts, we set the savage free,
Homeward he springs away, and bounds with glee.
Soon as the gleamy streaks of purple morn
The lofty forest’s topmost boughs adorn,
Down the steep mountain’s side, yet hoar with dew,
A naked crowd, and black as night their hue,
Come tripping to the shore: Their wishful eyes
Declare what tawdry trifles most they prize:
These to their hopes were given, and, void of fear
(Mild seem’d their manners, and their looks sincere),
A bold rash youth, ambitious of the fame
Of brave adventurer, Velosó his name,
Through pathless brakes their homeward steps attends,
And, on his single arm, for help depends.
Long was his stay: my earnest eyes explore,
When, rushing down the mountain to the shore
I mark’d him; terror urged his rapid strides,
And soon Coëllo’s skiff the wave divides.
Yet, ere his friends advanc’d, the treach’rous foe
Trod on his latest steps, and aim’d the blow.
Moved by the danger of a youth so brave,
Myself now snatch’d an oar, and sprung to save:
When sudden, black’ning down the mountain’s height,
Another crowd pursu’d his panting flight;
And, soon an arrowy, and a flinty shower
Thick o’er our heads the fierce barbarians pour.
Nor pour’d in vain; a feather’d arrow stood
Fix’d359* in my leg, and drank the gushing blood.
Vengeance, as sudden, ev’ry wound repays,
Full on their fronts our flashing lightnings blaze;
Their shrieks of horror instant pierce the sky,
And, wing’d with fear, at fullest speed they fly.
Long tracks of gore their scatter’d flight betray’d,
And now, Velosó to the fleet convey’d,
His sportful mates his brave exploits demand,
And what the curious wonders of the land:
“Hard was the hill to climb, my valiant friend,
But oh! how smooth and easy to descend!
Well hast thou prov’d thy swiftness for the chase,
And shown thy matchless merit in the race!”
With look unmov’d the gallant youth replied,
“For you, my friends, my fleetest speed was tried;
’Twas you the fierce barbarians meant to slay;
For you I fear’d the fortune of the day;
Your danger great without mine aid I knew,
And, swift as lightning, to your rescue flew.”360*
He now the treason of the foe relates,
How, soon as past the mountain’s upland straits,
They chang’d the colour of their friendly show,
And force forbade his steps to tread below:
How, down the coverts of the steepy brake
Their lurking stand a treach’rous ambush take;
On us, when speeding to defend his flight,
To rush, and plunge us in the shades of night;
Nor, while in friendship, would their lips unfold
Where India’s ocean laved the orient shores of gold.
Now, prosp’rous gales the bending canvas swell’d;
From these rude shores our fearless course we held:
Beneath the glist’ning 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 hover’d: nor appear’d from far
The moon’s pale glimpse, nor faintly twinkling star;
So deep a gloom the low’ring vapour cast,
Transfix’d with awe the bravest stood aghast.
Meanwhile, a hollow bursting roar resounds,
As when hoarse surges lash their rocky mounds;
Nor had the black’ning wave, nor frowning heav’n
The wonted signs of gath’ring tempest giv’n.
Amaz’d we stood. “O thou, our fortune’s guide,
Avert this omen, mighty God!” I cried;
“Or, through forbidden climes adventurous stray’d,
Have we the secrets of the deep survey’d,
Which these wide solitudes of seas and sky
Were doom’d to hide from man’s unhallow’d eye?
Whate’er this prodigy, it threatens more
Than midnight tempests, and the mingled roar,
When sea and sky combine to rock the marble shore.”
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I spoke, when rising through the darken’d air,
Appall’d, we saw a hideous phantom glare;
High and enormous o’er the flood he tower’d,
And ‘thwart our way with sullen aspect lower’d:
An earthy 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 quiv’ring on the wind,
Revenge and horror in his mien combin’d;
His clouded front, by with’ring lightnings scar’d,
The inward anguish of his soul declar’d.
His red eyes, glowing from their dusky caves,
Shot livid fires: far echoing o’er the waves
His voice resounded, as the cavern’d shore
With hollow groan repeats the tempest’s roar.
Cold gliding horrors thrill’d each hero’s breast,
Our bristling hair and tott’ring knees confess’d
Wild dread, the while with visage ghastly wan,
His black lips trembling, thus the fiend began: — 361*
“O you, the boldest of the nations, fir’d
By daring pride, by lust of fame inspir’d,
Who, scornful of the bow’rs of sweet repose,
Through these my waves advance your fearless prows,
Regardless of the length’ning wat’ry way,
And all the storms that own my sov’reign sway,
Who, mid surrounding rocks and shelves explore
Where never hero brav’d my rage before;
Ye sons of Lusus, who with eyes profane
Have view’d the secrets of my awful reign,
Have pass’d the bounds which jealous Nature drew
To veil her secret shrine from mortal view;
Hear from my lips what direful woes attend,
And, bursting soon, shall o’er your race descend.
“With every bounding keel that dares my rage,
Eternal war my rocks and storms shall wage,
The next proud fleet362* that through my drear domain,
With daring search shall hoist the streaming vane,
That gallant navy, by my whirlwinds toss’d,
And raging seas, shall perish on my coast:
Then he, who first my secret reign descried,
A naked corpse, wide floating o’er the tide,
Shall drive —— Unless my heart’s full raptures fail,
O Lusus! oft shalt thou thy children wail;
Each year thy shipwreck’d sons shalt thou deplore,
Each year thy sheeted masts shall strew my shore.
“With trophies plum’d behold a hero come,363*
Ye dreary wilds, prepare his yawning tomb.
Though smiling fortune bless’d his youthful morn,
Though glory’s rays his laurell’d brows adorn,
Full oft though he beheld with sparkling eye
The Turkish moons364* in wild confusion fly,
While he, proud victor, thunder’d in the rear,
All, all his mighty fame shall vanish here.
Quiloa’s sons, and thine, Mombaz, shall see
Their conqueror bend his laurell’d head to me;
While, proudly mingling with the tempest’s sound,
Their shouts of joy from every cliff rebound.
“The howling blast, ye slumb’ring storms prepare,
A youthful lover, and his beauteous fair,
Triumphant sail from India’s ravag’d land;
His evil angel leads him to my strand.
Through the torn hulk the dashing waves shall roar,
The shatter’d wrecks shall blacken all my shore.
Themselves escaped, despoil’d by savage hands,
Shall, naked, wander o’er the burning sands,
Spar’d by the waves far deeper woes to bear,
Woes, e’en by me, acknowledg’d with a tear.
Their infant race, the promis’d heirs of joy,
Shall now, no more, a hundred hands employ;
By cruel want, beneath the parents’ eye,
In these wide wastes their infant race shall die;
Through dreary wilds, where never pilgrim trod,
Where caverns yawn, and rocky fragments nod,
The hapless lover and his bride shall stray,
By night unshelter’d, and forlorn by day.
In vain the lover o’er the trackless plain
Shall dart his eyes, and cheer his spouse in vain.
Her tender limbs, and breast of mountain snow,
Where, ne’er before, intruding blast might blow,
Parch’d by the sun, and shrivell’d by the cold
Of dewy night, shall he, fond man, behold.
Thus, wand’ring wide, a thousand ills o’erpast,
In fond embraces they shall sink at last;
While pitying tears their dying eyes o’erflow,
And the last sigh shall wail each other’s woe.365*
“Some few, the sad companions of their fate,
Shall yet survive, protected by my hate,
On Tagus’ banks the dismal tale to tell,
How, blasted by my frown, your heroes fell.”
He paus’d, in act still further to disclose
A long, a dreary prophecy of woes:
When springing onward, loud my voice resounds,
And midst his rage the threat’ning shade confounds.
“What art thou, horrid form, that rid’st the air?
By Heaven’s eternal light, stern fiend, declare.”
His lips he writhes, his eyes far round he throws,
And, from his breast, deep hollow groans arose,
Sternly askance he stood: with wounded pride
And anguish torn, “In me, behold,” he cried,
While dark-red sparkles from his eyeballs roll’d,
“In me the Spirit of the Cape behold,
That rock,
by you the Cape of Tempests nam’d,
By Neptune’s rage, in horrid earthquakes fram’d,
When Jove’s red bolts o’er Titan’s offspring flam’d.
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With wide-stretch’d piles I guard the pathless strand,
And Afric’s southern mound, unmov’d, I stand:
Nor Roman prow, nor daring Tyrian oar
Ere dash’d the white wave foaming to my shore;
Nor Greece, nor Carthage ever spread the sail
On these my seas, to catch the trading gale.
You, you alone have dar’d to plough my main,
And, with the human voice, disturb my lonesome reign.”
He spoke, and deep a lengthen’d sigh he drew,
A doleful sound, and vanish’d from the view:
The frighten’d billows gave a rolling swell,
And, distant far, prolong’d the dismal yell,
Faint, and more faint the howling echoes die,
And the black cloud dispersing, leaves the sky.
High to the angel-host, whose guardian care
Had ever round us watch’d, my hands I rear,
And Heaven’s dread King implore: “As o’er our head
The fiend dissolv’d, an empty shadow fled;
So may his curses, by the winds of heav’n,
Far o’er the deep, their idle sport, be driv’n!” ——
With sacred horror thrill’d, Melinda’s lord
Held up the eager hand, and caught the word.
“Oh, wondrous faith of ancient days,” he cries,
“Conceal’d in mystic lore and dark disguise!
Taught by their sires, our hoary fathers tell,
On these rude shores a giant-spectre fell,
What time, from heaven the rebel band were thrown:366*
And oft the wand’ring swain has heard his moan.
While o’er the wave the clouded moon appears
To hide her weeping face, his voice he rears
O’er the wild storm. Deep in the days of yore,
A holy pilgrim trod the nightly shore;
Stern groans he heard; by ghostly spells controll’d,
His fate, mysterious, thus the spectre told:
‘By forceful Titan’s warm embrace compress’d,
The rock-ribb’d mother, Earth, his love confess’d:
The hundred-handed giant367* at a birth,
And me, she bore, nor slept my hopes on earth;
My heart avow’d, my sire’s ethereal flame;
Great Adamastor, then, my dreaded name.
In my bold brother’s glorious toils engaged,
Tremendous war against the gods I waged:
Yet, not to reach the throne of heaven I try,
With mountain pil’d on mountain to the sky;
To me the conquest of the seas befel,
In his green realm the second Jove to quell.
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