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hold my tears? fair thou appearest Vinvela! fair thou wast, when alive'.
By the mossy fountain I will sit; on the top of the hill of winds. When mid-day is silent around, converse, O my love with me ! come on the wings of the gale! on the blast of the mountain come! Let me hear thy voicse, as thou passest, when mid-day is silent around.
Such was the sorig of Cronnan, on the night of Selma's joy. But morning rose in the east; the blue waters rolled in light. Fingal bade his sails to rise, and the winds came rustling from their hills. Inistore rose to sights and Carric-thura's mossy towers. But the sign of distress was on their top: the green flame, edged with .smoke. The king of Morven struck his breast: he assomed, at once, his spear. His darkened brow bends forward to the coast: he looks back to the lagging winds. His hair is disordered on his back. The silence of the king is terrible.
Night came down on the sea: Rotha's bay received the ship. A rock bends along the coast with all its echoing wood. On the top is the circle of Loda, ' and the mossy stone of power. A narrow plain spreads beneath, covered with grass and aged trees, which the ^midnight windss in their wrath, had torn from the shaggy rock. The blue courre of a stream is there: and the lonely blast of ocean porsues the thistle's beard. The flame of three oaks arose: the feast is spread around: but the soul of the king is sad for Carric-thura's battling chief.
The wan cold moon rose in the east. Sleep descended on the youths. The blue helmets glitter to the beam, the fading fire decays. But sleep did not rest on the king: he rose in the midst of his armss and slowly ascended the hill to behold the flame of Sarno's tower.
The flame was dim and distant; the moon hid her red face in the east. A blast came from the mountain, and bore, on its wings, the spirit of Loda. He came to
I The circle of Loda if sopposed t o be a place of worship among tkc ki.aaj :. .' '' the spiiU of Loda U thoogU: to be the Sil;ii. with their Bpd Ocol
bis place in his terrors *, and he shook his dusky spear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ; and his voice' is like distant thunder. Fingal advanced with the spear of his strength, and raised his voice on high. Son of night, retire: call thy winds and fly: why dost thou come to my presence with thy shadowy arms? Do I fear thy gloomy form, dismal spirit of Loda? Weak is thy shield of clouds: feeble that meteor, thy sword. The blast rolls them together, and thou thyself rlost vanish. Fly from my presence, son of night '. call thy winds and fly!
Dost thou force me from my place, replied the hollow voice? The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the valiant. I look on the nations, and they vanish: my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds: the tempests are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my rest are pleasant.
"Dwell then in thy calm fields, said Fingal, and let Comhal's son be forgot. Do my steps ascend from my hills into thy peaceful plains? Do I meet thee, with a spear on thy cloud, dismal spirit of Loda? Why then dost thou frown on Fingal? or shake thine airy spear? But thou frownest in vain: I never fled from mighty men. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven! No: he knows the weakness of their arms. ....
Fly to thy land, replied the form : receive the wind and fly. The blasts are in the hollow of my hand: the course of the storm is mine. The king of Sora is my son, he bends at the stone of my power. His battle is around Carric-thura; and he will prevail. Fly to thy land, son of Comhal, or feel my flaming wrath. He lifted high his shadowy spear; and bent forward his terrible height. But the king, advancing, drew his swcrd; the blade of dark-brown Luno'. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke,
• He it described, in a simile, in the poem concerning the death of Cuthullin.
which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extingnished furnace.
The spirit of Loda shrieked, as, rolled into himself, he rose on the wind. Inistore shook at the sound. The waves heard it on the deep: they stopped, in their course, with fear: the companions of Fingal started, at once; and took their heavy spears. They missed the king; they rose with rage: all their arms resound.
The moon came forth in the east. The king returned in the gleam of his arms. The joy of his youths was great; their souls settled, as a sea from a storm. Ullin raised the song of gladness. The hills of Inistore rejoiced. The flame of the oak arose; and the tales of heroes are told.
But Frothal, Sora's battling king, sits in sadness beneath a tree; the host spreads around Carric-thura. He looks towards the walls with rage. He longs for the blood of Cathulla, who once overcame the king in war. When Annir reignedTM in Sora, the father of carborne Frothal, a blast rose on the sea, and carried Frothal to Inistore. Three days he feasted in Sarno's halls, and saw the slow-rolling eyes of Comala. He loved hers in the rage of youth, and rushed to seize the white-armed maid. Cathulla met the chief. The gloomy battle rose. Frothal is bound in the hall: three days he pined alone. On the fourth, Sarno sent him to his ship, and..he returned to his land. But wrath darkened his soul against the noble Cathulla. When Annir's stone" of fame arose, Frothal came in his strength. The battle burned round Carric-thura, and Sarno's mossy walls.
Morning rose on Inistore. Frothal struck his darkbrown shield. His chiefs started at the sound; they stood, but their eyes were turned to the sea. They saw Fingal coming in his strength; and first the noble Thubar spoke.
m Annir was also the father of Erragons who was killed after the death of his brother Frothals The death of Erragon is the soblect of the battle of Letas a poem in this collection.
n That iss after the death of Annir. To erect the stone of one's fames wass In other •rdss to say that the person was dead.