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. | he blue waves of Ullino roll in light.

The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. -- Grey

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In peace he comes not, Cairbar, I have seen his forward spear *). It is a meteor of death:

*) Mor-annal here alludes to the particular appearance of Fingal's spear. — if a man, upon

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