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battle rose? Then would the sword of Ossian defend thee; or himself fall low!"

We sat, that night, in Selma round the strength of the shell. The wind was abroad, in the oaks. The spirit of the mountain * roared. The blast came rustling thro' the hall, and gently touched my harp. The sound was mournful and low, like the song of the tomb. Fingal heard it the first. The crowded sighs of his bosom rose. “Some of my heroes are low," said the grey-haired king of Morven. “I hear the sound of death on the harp. Ossian, touch the trembling string. Bid the sorrow rise ; that their spirits may fly, with joy, to Morven's woody hills !" I touched the barp before the king, the sound was mournful and low. Bend forward from your louds,” I said, “ ghosts of my fathers ! bend. Lay y the red terror of your course. Receive the falling nief; whether he comes from a distant land, or rises om the rolling sea. Let his robe of mist be near;

spear that is formed of a cloud. Place an halfinguished meteor by his side, in the form of the i's sword. And, oh! let his countenance be ly, that his friends may delight in his presence, I from your clouds,I said, ghosts of my fa! bend !” ch was my song, in Selma, to the lightly

trembling harp. But Nathos was on Erin's shore, surrounded by the night. He heard the voice of the foe, amidst the roar of tumbling waves. Silent he heard their voice, and rested on his spear ! Morning rose, with its beams. The sons of Erin appear, like grey rocks, with all their trees, they spread along the coast. Cairbar stood in the midst. He grimly smiled when he saw the foe. Nathos rushed forward, in his strength: nor could Dar-thula stay behind. She came with the hero, lifting her shining spear. “ And who are these, in their armour, in the pride of youth? Who but the sons of Usnoth, Althos and darkhaired Arden?"

" Come,” said Nathos, “ come! chief of high Temora! Let our battle be on the coast, for the white-bosomed maid. His people are not with Nathos; they are behind these rolling seas. Why dost thou bring thy thousands against the chief of Etha? Thou didst fly * from him, in battle, when his friends were around his spear.” “ Youth of the heart of pride, shall Erin's king fight with thee? Thy fathers were not among the renowned, nor of the kings of men. Are the arms of foes in their halls ? Or the shields of other times? Cairbar is renowned in Temora, nor does he fight with feeble men !”

The tear started from car-borne Nathos. He turned his eyes to his brothers. Their spears flew at once. Three heroes lay on earth. Then the light of

* He alludes to the flight of Caițbar from Seláma.

the spirit of the mountain is meant that deep and me y sound which precedes a storm; well known to those in a high country.

their swords gleamed on high. The ranks of Erin yield; as a ridge of dark clouds before a blast of wind! Then Cairbar ordered his people, and they drew a thousand bows. A thousand arrows flew. The sons of Usnoth fell in blood. They fell like three young oaks, which stood alone on the hill : The traveller saw the lovely trees, and wondered how they grew so lonely: the blast of the desert came, by night, and laid their green heads low ; next day he returned, but they were withered, and the heath was bare !

Dar-thula stood in silent grief, and beheld their fall! No tear is in her eye. But her look is wildly sad. Pale was her cheek. Her trembling lips broke short an half-formed word. Her dark hair flew on wind. The gloomy Cairbar came. “Where is thy lover now? the car-borne chief of Etha ? Hast thou beheld the halls of Usnoth? Or the dark brown hills of Fingal ? My battle would have roared on Morven, had not the winds met Dar-thula. Fingal himself would have been low, and sorrow dwelling in Selma!” Her shield fell from Dar-thula's arm. Her breast of snow appeared. It appeared ; but it was stained with blood. An arrow was fixed in her side. She fell on the fallen Nathos, like a wreath of snow! Her hair spreads wide on his face. Their blood is mixing round!

,Daughter of Colla! thou art low !” said Cairbar's hundred bards. “ Silence is at the blue streams

their sivords gleamed on high. The ranks of Erin yield; as a ridge of dark clouds before a blast of wind! Then Cairbar ordered his people, and they drew a thousand bows. A thousand arrows few. The sons of Usnoth fell in blood. They fell like three young oks, which stood alone on the hill: The traveller saw the lovely trees, and wondered how they grew so lonely: the blast of the desert came, by night, and laid their green heads low ; next day he returned, but they were withered, and the heath was bare !

Dar-thula stood in silent grief, and beheld their !?! No tear is in her eye. But her look is wildly bild. Pale was her cheek. Her trembling lips broke hurt an half-formed word. Her dark hair flew on a ind. The gloomy Cairbar came. “Where is thy over now? the car-borne chief of Etha ? Hast thou held the halls of Usnoth? Or the dark brown hills Fingal? My battle would have roared on Morven, not the winds met Dar-thula. Fingal himself Id have been low, and sorrow dwelling in SelHer shield fell from Dar-thula's arm. Her t of snow appeared. It appeared; but it was al with blood. An arrow was fixed in her side. -!l on the fallen Nathos, like a wreath of snow! air spreads wide on his face. Their blood is round ! ughter of Colla! thou art low !said Cairadred bards. Silence is at the blue streams

of Seláma. Truthil's * race have failed. When wilt thou rise in thy beauty, first of Erin's maids ? Thy sleep is long in the tomb. The morning distant far. The sun shall not come to thy bed and say, “ Awake Dar-thula! awake, thou first of women ! the wind of spring is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the green hills. The woods wave their growing leaves. Retire, O sun! the daughter of Colla is asleep. She will not come forth in her beauty. She will not move in the steps of her loveliness!”

Such was the song of the bards, when they raised the tomb. I sung over the grave, when the king of Morven came; when he came to green Erin to fight with car-borne Cairbar!

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* Truthil was the founder of Dar-thula's family,

THE

DEATH OF CUTHULLIN:

A POEM

ARGUMENT. Cuthullin, after the arms of Fingal had expelled Swaran from

Ireland, continued to manage the affairs of that kingdom as the guardian of Cormac, the young king. In the third year of Cuthullin's administration, Torlath, the son of Cantéla, rebelled in Connaught; and advanced to Temora to dethrone Cormac. Cuthullin marched against him, came up with him at the lake of Lego, and totally defeated his forces. Tore lath fell in battle by Cuthullin's hand; but as he too eagerly pressed on the enemy, he was mortally wounded. The affairs of Cormac, though, for some time, supported by Nathos, as mentioned in the preceding poem, fell into confusion at the death of Cuthullin. Cormac himself was slain by the rebel Cairbar; and the re-establishment of the royal family of Ireland by Fingal, furnishes the subject of the epic poem of Temora.

“ Is the wind on the shield of Fingal? Or is the voice of past times in my hall ? Sing on, sweet voice! for thou art pleasant. Thou carriest away my night with joy. Sing on, O Bragela, daughter of car-borne Sorglan!

“ It is the white wave of the rock, and not Cuthullin's sails. Often do the mists deceive me, for VOL. II.

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