When thus the gath'ring storms of wretched love In my swoln bosom, with long war had strove; At length they broke their bounds; at length their force Bore down whatever met its stronger course: Laid all the civil bounds of manhood waste.

Another voice, in tone as hoarse 235 As a swoln brook with rugged course, Cried out, "Good brother, why so fast?

Thou hast taken from me The respiration of my heart, the light Of my swoln eyes, in his life that sustain'd me: Yet my word given to save you, I make good, Because what you did, was not done with malice, You are not known, there is no mark about you That can discover you; let not fear betray you.

At times I almost thought, indeed, He must have slacken'd in his speed; But nomy bound and slender frame Was nothing to his angry might, And merely like a spur became; Each motion which I made to free My swoln limbs from their agony Increased his fury and affright: I tried my voice,'t was faint and low.

The gluttonous bird, exulting in his pangs, Tears his swoln liver with remorseless fangs.

There are some puerile hyperboles, for which I know not whether he or Camoens is responsible; such as The mountain echoes catch the big swoln sighs.

No, The stream of my swoln sorrow runs not that way: For could I find him, as I vow to Heaven It shall be my first care to seek him out, I would with thanks acknowledge that his sword, In opening my veins, which proud bloud poison'd, Gave the first symptoms of true health.

[104] 395 Then the milk-thistle flourished through the land, And forced the full-swoln udder to demand, Thrice every day, the pail and welcome hand.

Cheered yet again the princes, when they saw The lips and jowl all seamed with piteous scars, And the swoln visage and the half-closed eyes.