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when the roar of battle rose; when host was rolled on host; when Son-mor burnt like the fire of heaven in clouds, with her spreading hair came Sul-allin; for she trembled for her king. He stopt the rushing strife, to save the love of heroes. The foe fled bv night; Clunar slept without his blood; the blood which ought to be poured upon the warrior's tomb.
"Nor rose the rage of Son-mor, but his days were dark and slow. Sul-allin wandereJ, by her grey streams, with her tearful eyes. Often did she looks on the hero, when he was folded in his thoughts. But she shrunk from his eyes, and turned her lone steps away. Battles rose like a tempest, and drove the mist from his soul. He beheld, with joy, her steps in the hall, and the white-rising of her hands on the harp."
In" his arms strode the chief of Atha, to where his shield hung, high, in night: high on a mossy bough, over Lubar's streamy roar. Seven bosses rose on the shield; the seven voices of the kings which his warriors received, from the wind, and marked over all their tribes.
On each boss is placed a star of night; Can-mathon with beams unshorn: Col-derna rising from a cloud: Uloicho robed in mist; and the soft beam of Cathlia glittering on a rock. Fair-gleaming, on its own blue wave, Reldurath half sinks its western light. The red eye of Berthiniooks, through a grove, on the slowmoving hunter, as he returns through showery night, with the spoils of the bounding roe. Wide in the midst, arose the cloudless beams of Ton-thena; Tonthena, which lookeds by night, on the course of the sea-tossed Larthon: Lavthon, the first of Bolga's race, who travelled on the winds". White-bo^omed spread the sails of the king, towards streamy Inis-fiii! ; dun night was rolled before hims with its skirts of mist. The winds were changeful in heaven, and rolled him from wave to wave. Then rose the fiery-haired Tonihena, and laughed from her parted cloud. Larthon* rejoiced at the gniding beam, as it faint-gleamed on the tumbling waters.
m To avoid moltiplying notess I shall liive here the signification of the namee of tte stars engraved on the shield. Ccan-mnthons' head of ti.e bear.' Coi-dernas' si ml s^ sharpbeam.' Ui-oichos i roler of night.' CamHns ' beam of the wave' Rco-doiuk. s star of'he twilight.' Berthins i fire of the hill. Ton-lhenas l metee" of the wsvtc' These etymolcgiess excepting that of Cean.matrruns are pretty exact. Of it 1 aaetr so certain; for it is not very probable rhat the Firbelg had distingoished a cotiilcllso'r i so very early as the days of Larthons by the name of the Bear.
n To travel on the windss a poetical expression for sailing.
Beneath the spear of Cathmor, awaked that voice which awakes the bards. They came, dark-winding, from every side; each with the sound of his harp. Before them rejoiced the king, as the traveller, in the day of the son, when he hears, far rolling around, the murmur of mossy streams; streams that burst in the desart, from the rock of roes.
"Why," said Fonar, " hear we the voice of the king, in the season of his rest? Were the dim forms of thy Fathers bending in thy dreams? Perhaps they stand on that cloud, and wait for Fonar's song; often they come to the fields where their sons are to lift the spear. Or ;hall our voice arise for him who lifts the spear no more; he that consomed the field, from Moma of the groves?"
'• ,'Jot forgot is that cloud in war, bard of other times. High shall his tomb rise on Moi-lena, the dwelling of renown. But now, roll back my soul to the times of my fathers : to the years when first they rose on Inis-liuna's waves. Nor alone pleasant to Cathmor is the remembrance of wood-covered Lumon. ,.oraon the land of streams, the dwelling of whiteiiosomed maids."
o Larthon is compoonded of Lears ' seas' and toons ' wave.' This name was gives
'' the chir.f of the first colony of the Firbolgs who settled in Irelands on account of his ''"pledge in navigation. A part of an old poem is siill extants concerning this hero. ; Jti: author of its probablys took the hint from the episode in this books relating to the nrst discovery ot Ireland by Larthon. it abounds with those romantic. fables of giants ird magicianss which distingoish the compositions of the less ancient hards. The dea'r'ptions contained in its are ingenious and proportionable to the magnitude of the prions introduced; bkits being nonaturals they are insipid and tedious. Had the hard i'-pt within the bounds of probahilitys hi.r Renins was far from being contemptible. The
xoraiom of his pr.ein is not destitute of merit; but it is the only part of it that I think. • 'rthy of being presented to the reader.
"who first sent t he black ship through the oceans like a whale throogh the bursting of 'oemi Looks from thy darknesss on Cronaths Ossian of the harps of old! send thy
'iihtonthe blue-rolling waterss that 1 may behoid the king. 1 see him dark in his 'wn shell of oak! sea-tossed Larthons thy soul is fire. It is careless as the wind 01'thy
-iis; as the wave that rolls by thy side. But the silent green isle is before rates with '.s Sobs. who are tall as woody Lomon; Lomons which sends from its top a thousand' !reamss white wandering down its sides"
I! mays perhapss be for the creditor this bards to translate no more of this poems for he conUutvatioa ul his description of the Irish grants betrays his want of ludgment.
"Lumon' of foamy streams, thoii risest on Fonar's soul! Thy son is on thy side, on the rocks of thy bending trees. The dun roe is seen from thy furze: the deer lifts his branchy head; for he sees, at times, the hound, on the half-covered heath. Slow, on the vale, are the steps of maids; the white-armed daughters of the bow: they lift their blue eyes to the hill, from amidst their wandering locks. Not there is the stride of Larthon, chief of Inis-huna. He mounts the wave on his own dark oak, in Cluba's ridgy bay: that .oak which he cot from Lumon, to bound along the sea. The maids turn their eyes away, lest the king should be lowly laid; for never had they seen a ship, dark rider of the wave!
"Now he dares to call the Winds, and to mix with the mist of ocean. Blue Inis-fail rose, in smoke: but dark-skirted night came down. The sons of Bolga feared. The fiery-haired Ton-thena rose. Culhin's bay received the ship, in the bosom of its echoing woods. There, issued a stream, from Duthuma's horrid cave; where spirits gleamed, at times, with their half-finished forms.
"Dreams descended on Larthon-: he saw seven spirits of his fathers. He heard their half-formed words; and dimly beheld the times to come. He beheld the kings of Atha, the sons of future days. They led their hosts along the field, like ridges of mist, which winds pour, in Autumn, over Atha of the groves.
"Larthon raised the hall of Samla', to the soft sound of the harp. He went forth to the roes of Erin, to their wonted streams. Nor did he forget greenheaded Lumon; he often bounded over his seas, to where "white-handed Flathalr looked from the hill of roes. Lumon of the foamy streams, thou risest on Fonar's soul."
The beam awaked in the east. The misty heads o: the mountains rose. Valleys show, on everyside, th: rey winding of their streams. His host heard the hield of Cathmor: at once they rose around; like a xovvded sea, when first it feels the wings of the wind. The waves know not whither to roll; they lift their roubled heads.
p Lomons as I have remarked in a preceding notes was a hilt in lnis-buaas near tt« residence of Sul-malla. This episode has an immediate connection with what is said el Larthons in the description of Cathrnor's shield.
I samla. ' apparitionss' so called from the vision of Larthons concerning his posterti..
r Flathals i heavenlys exqoisitely beautifol. • She was the wife of Lartbosi i
Sad and slow retired Sul-malla to Lona of the treams. She went and often turned: her blue eyes oiled in tears. But when she came to the rock that larkly covered Lona's vale, she looked from her burstngsoul, on the king; and sonk, at once, behind.
Son' of Alpin strike the string. Is there aught of oy in the harp? Pour it then, on the'soul of Ossian; it is folded in mist. I hear thee, O bard '. in my night. But cease the lightly trembling sound. The joy of grief belongs to Ossian, amidst his dark-brown years.
Green thorn of the hill of ghosts, that shakest thy head to nightly winds! I hear no sound in ti.ee; is there no spirit's windy skirt now rustling in thy leaves? Often are the steps of the dead in the dark-eddying blasts; when the moon, a dnn shield from the east, is rolled along the sky.
Ullin, Carril, and Ryno, voices of the days of old! Let me hear you, in the darkness of Selma, and awake the soul of songs. I hear you not, ye children of music; in what hall of the clouds is yoor rest? Do you touch the shadowy harp, robed with morning mist, where the son comes sounding forth from his greenheaded waves?
i The original of this lyric ode is one of the most beautiful passages of the poem. The tormonyand variety of its versification prove, that the knowledge of mosic was en. iidcratly advanced in the days of Ossian. See the specimen of the original,
Vol II. P
The foorth morning from the opening of the poem comes on. Fingals still contra-" n j in the place to which he had retired on the preceding nights is seen at intervali through the mist which covered the rock of Cormol. The descent of the king is deEcribed. He orders Gauls Dermids and Carril the bards to go to the valley of Chnos and conducts from thences to the Caledonian armys Fenul-arthos the son of Cairbars the only person remaining of the family of Conars the first king of Ireland. The king takes the command of the armys and prepares for battle. Marching towards the enemys he comes to the cave of Lubars where the body of Filian lay. Upon seeing his dug Brans who lay at the entrance of the caves his grief returns. Cathmor arranges the armv of the Firboig in order of battle. The appearance of thst hero. The general cooflict is described. The actions of Fingal and Cathmor. A storm. The total rout of the Firbolg. The two kings engage in a colomn of miits on the banks of Lubar. Their attitude and cooference after the combat. The death of Cathmor. Fingal resigns the spear of Trenmor to Ossian. The ceremonies observed on that occasion. The spirit of Cathmor appears to Sul-malla in the valley of Lona. Her sorrow. Evening comes on. A feast is prepared. The coming of Ferad-artlxi is annonoced by the songs of a hnodred bards. The poem closes with a speech cf Fingal.
As when the wintry winds have seized the waves of the mountain-lake, have seized them, in stormy night, and clothed them over with ice; white to the hunter's early eye, the billows still seem to roll. He turns his ear to the sound of each nnequal ridge. But each is silent, gleaming, strewn with boughs and tufts of grass, which shake and whistle to the wind, over their grey seats of frost. So silent shone to the morning the ridges of Morven's host, as each warrior looked op from his helmet towards the hill of the king; the cloud-covered hill of Fingal, where he strode, in the rolling of mist. At times is the hero seen, greatly dim in all his arms. From thought to thought rolled the war, along his mighty soul.
Now is the coming forth of the king. First appeared the sword of Luno; the spear half-issoing from a cloud, the shield still dim in mist. But when the stride of the king came abroad, with all his grey, dewy locks in