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to Ton-thena of beams: so let us turn our eyes to Trenmor, the father of kings.
Wide, in Carācha's ecchoing field, Carmal had poured his tribes. They were a dark ridge of waves; the grey-haired bards were like moving foam on their face. They kindled the strife around with their red- rolling eyes. Nor alone were the dwellers of rocks; a son of Loda was there; a voice, in his own dark
me with the sound of eagle-wings. They turntd battle, in fields, before the kings of men.
But Trenmor they turned not from battle; he drew forward the troubled war; in its dark skirt was Trathal, like a rising light. — It was dark; and Loda's son poured forth his figns, on night. — The feeble were not before thee, son of other lands!
the storm. — Duth-carmor is low in blood o - The
*) Tremmer and Trathal. Ossian introduced this episo ode, as an example to his son, from ancient times, * - **) Those who deliver down this poem in tradition, lament that there is a great part of it lost. In particular they regret the loss of an episode, which was here introduced, with the sequel of the story of Carmal and his Druids. Their attach. inent to it was founded on the descriptions of magical inchantments which it contained.
the stranger, and his words were heard.
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of Cathlin touched, at times, the stream. — Oscar brought Duth-carmor's mail: his helmet with its eagle wing. He placed them before
ter of Cathmol, at the streams of Clutha. Duth-carmor saw her bright in the hall, he ca. G 3 - mes
| Io2 CATHLIN or CLUTHA: A POEM.
me, by night, to Clutha. Cathmol met him, in battle, but the warrior fell. Three days dwelt the foe, with the maid. On the fourth fhe fled in arms. She remembered the race of kings, and felt her bursting soul.
Come, from the watching of night, Mal. yina, lonely beam