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T E M o R A.
. | he blue waves of Ullino roll in light.
The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. -- Grey
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