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No :" replied the sighing youth, " the people of Lamor live. They are renowned in
war, my father ! but Hidallan is renowned no more. I must sit alone on the banks
of Balva, when the roar of the battle grows." * This is perhaps that small stream, ...
When thousands are renowned in battle, shall he bend over my grey streams ?
Spirit of the noble Garmallon ! carry Lamor to his place; his eyes are dark; his
soul is sad ; his son has lost his fame !" " Where," said the youth, " shall I search ...
... his youth. He flies on the blast of the desert, his wandering is in a foreign land.
Sons of the echoing Morven ! draw near to the foes of Fingal. Send the night
away in songs ; watch the strength of Caros. Oscar goes to the people of other
I remember the days of my youth with grief ; when I feel the weakness of my arm.
Happy are they who fell in their youth, in the midst of their renown ! They have not
beheld the tombs of their friend : or failed to bend the bow of their strength.
Forward came a youth, in arms, and stretched his pointless spear. Long, over his
tearful eyes, hung loose his disordered locks. Fingal gave the shell of kings. The
words of the stranger arose. " In his hall lies Cathmol of Clutha, by the winding of
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