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arkness dwells around Dunlathmon, though the moon shews half her face on the hill. The daughter of night turns her eyes away;

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*) Gaul, the son of Morni, attended fathmon into his own country, after his being defeated in Morven, as related in the preceding poem. He was kindly entertained by Nuáth, the father of Lathmon, and fell in love with his daughter Oithôna. The lady was no less enamoured of Gaul, and a day was fixed for their marriage. In the mean time Fingal, preparing for an expedition into the country of the Britous, sent for Gaul. He obeyed , and went ; but not * without promising to Oithóna, to return, if he survived the war; by a certain day. — Lathmon too was obliged to attend his father Nuáth in his wars, and Oithóna was left alone at Duns lathinon, the seat of the family. Dunrom

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for she beholds the grief that is coming. — The son of Morni is on the plain; but there

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to Oithóna to retire, till the battle was over. — She seemingly obeyed; but she secretly armed herself, rushed into the thickest of the battle, and was mortally woulded. – – Gaul pursuing

the flying enemy, found her just exspiring on the field: he mourned over her, raised her tomb, and returned to Morven. — Thus is the story handed down by tradition; nor is it given with any material difference in the poem, which

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Such were the words of Gaul, when he came to Dunlathmon's towers. The gates were open

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*) Morlo, the son of Leth, is one of Fingal's most
famous heroes. He and three other men at.
tended Gaul on his expedition to Tromathon.

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ing came forth. The hero lifted up the sail.
The winds came rustling from the hill; and he

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