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Then Fingal beheld the king of Gormal. He rolled a while his filent eyes. He thought of other days, when whitebofomed Agandecca moved like the music of He loofed the thong from his

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Son of Annir, he faid, retire. Retire to Gormal of fhells: a beam, that was fet, returns. I remember thy white - bofomed daughter; dreadful king, away! Go to thy troubled dwelling, cloudy foe of the lovely! Let the ftranger fhun thee, thou glo.iny in the hall!

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After an address to Malvina, the daughter of Tofcar,
Offian proceeds to relate his own expedition to Fuär-
fed, an ifland of Scandinavia. Mal - orchol,

king of Fuärfed, being hard preffed in war, by
Ton-thormod, chief of Sar-drónlo, (who had de-
manded, in vain, the daughter of Mal-orchol in
marriage) Fingal fent Offian to his aid. — Of
fian, on the day after his arrival, came to battle
with Ton-thormod, and took him prifoner.
Mal-orchol offers his daughter Oina - mórul to Of-
fian; but he, discovering her paffion for Ton-thor.
mod, generously furrenders her to her lover, and
brings about a reconciliation between the two kings.

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s flies the unconftant fun, over Larmon's graffy hill; fo pass the tales of old, along my foul, by night. When bards are removed to their place; when harps are hung in Selma's hall; then comes a voice to Offian, and awakes his foul. It is the voice of years that are gone; they roll before me, with all their deeds. I feize the tales, as they pafs, and pour them forth in fong. Nor a troubled ftream is the fong of the king, it is like the rising of mufic from Lutha of the ftrings. Lutha of many ftrings, not filent are ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp. Light of the fhadowy thoughts, that fly across my foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong! We call back, inaid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away,

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