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Innumerous glare around their shaggy king, 925
UNHAPPY he! who from the first of joys, Society, cut off, is left alone
94.0 Amid this world of death. Day after day, Sad on the jutting eminence he fits, And views the main that ever toils below; Still fondly forming in the farthest verge Where the round ether mixes with the wave,
945 Ships, dim-discovered, .dropping from the clouds ; At evening, to the setting fun he turns
A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
Nor stop the terrors of these regions here.
Nearer and nearer still they darkening come ;
But chief at sea, whose every Aexile wave Obeys the blast, the aërial tumult swells. In the dread ocean, undulating wide, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, The circling * Typhon, whirld from point to point, Exhausting all the rage of all the sky,
985 And dire * Ecnephia reign. Amid the heavens, Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy I fpeck Compress’d, the mighty tempest brooding dwells : Of no regard, fave to the skilful eye,
* Typbon and Ecnepbia, names of particular storms or hurricanes, known'only between the tropics.
* Called by sailors the Ox-eye, being in appearance at first no bigger.
Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs 990
* VASCO DE GAMA, the first who failed round Africa, by the Cape of Good Hope, to the East Indies,
The * LUSITANIAN PRINCE; who, Heav'n-inspir’d,
INCREASING ftill the terrors of these storms, His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate, Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent 1015 Of steaming crouds, of rank disease, and death, Behold! he rushing cuts the briny flood, Swift as the gale can bear the ship along; And, from the partners of that cruel trade, Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons, Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. The stormy fates descend: one death involves Tyrants and flaves ; when strait, their mangled limbs Crashing at once, he dyes' the purple seas With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal, 1025
When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains Flooded immense, looks out the joyless fun, And draws the copious stream ; from swampy fens,
* Don Henry, third son to Fobn the first, king of Portugal. His ftrong genius to the discovery of new countries was the chief source of all the modern improvements in navigation.