Luís de Camões,
The Lusiad
(1791)
“ And Juba's realm returns the hoarse alarms; The swarthy tribes in burnish'd armour shine, Their warlike march Abyla's shepherds join. The great Miramolin on Tago's shores Far o'er the coast his banner'd thousands pours; Twelve kings and one beneath his ensigns stand, And wield their sabres at his dread command. The plundering bands far round the region haste, The mournful region lies a naked waste. ”
