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the filent shore waited for the rushing wind. For loud and distant he heard the blaft murmuring in the grove.

Covered over with arms of steel, a fon of the woody Gormal appeared. Red was his cheek and fair his hair. His fkin like the fhow of Morven. Mild rolled his blue and finiling eye, when he spoke to the king of fwords. |

Stay, Trenmor, ftay thou first of men, thou haft not conquered Lonval’s fon. My fword has often met the brave. And the wife íhun the strength of my bow. *

Thou fair-haired youth, Trenmor replied, I will not fight with Lonval’s fon. Thine arm is feeble, fun - beam of beauty. Retire to Gormal's dark - brown hinds.

But I will retire, replied the youth, with the fword of Trenmor; and exfult in the found of my fame. The virgins íhall gather with fmiles around him who conquered Trenmor. They shall figh with the fighs of love , and admire the length of thy spear; when I shall carry it among thousands, and lift the glittering point to the fun.

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Thou shalt never carry my spear, faid the angry king of Morven. Thy mother shall find thee pale on the shore of the ecchoing Gormal; and, looking over the dark - blue deep, fee the fails of him that flew her fon.

I will not lift the fpear, replied the youth, my arm is not strong with years. But with the feathered dart I have learned to pierce a distant foe. Throw down that heavy mail of steel; for Trennor is covered all over. – I first will lay my mail on earth. Throw now thy dart, thou king of Morven.

He faw the heaving of her breaft. It was the fifter of the king. . She had feen him in the halls of Gormal; and loved his face of youth. The fpear dropt from the hand of Trenmor : he bent his red cheek to the ground, for he had feen her like a beam of light, that meets the fons of the cave, when they revisit the fields of the 'fun, and bend their aching eyes. -

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Chief of the windy Morven, begun the maid of the arms of fhow; let me reft in thy bounding ship, far from the love of Corlo.

For he, like the thunder of the defart, is ter- rible to Inibaca. He loves me in the gloom of his pride, and fhakes ten thoufand spears.

Rest thou in peace, faid the mighty Trenmor , behind the fhield of my fathers. I will not fly from the chief, though he shakes ten thousand spears.

Three days he waited on the shore; and fent his horn abroad. He called Corlo to battle, from all his ecchoing hills. But Corlo came not to battle. The king of Lochlin defcended. He feafted on the roaring shore; and gave the maid to Trenmor.

King of Lochlin, faid Fingal, thy blood flows in the veins of thy foe. Our families met in battle, because they loved the ftrife of spears. But often did they feaft in the hall, and fend round the joy of the ihcil. Let thy face brighten with gladness, and thine ear delight in the harp. Dreadful as the storm of thine ocean, thou haft poured thy valour forth; thy voice has been like the voice of thousands, when they engage in battle. Raife, to - morrow, thy white fails to the wind, thou brother of Agandecca. Bright as the beam of noon fhe I 2 COfH16:S

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comes on my mournful foul. I faw thy tears for the fair one, and fpared thee in the halls of Starno ; when my fword was red with flaughter , and my eye full of tears for the – maid. Or doft thou chufe the fight ? The combat, which thy fathers gave to Trenmor, is thine : that thou mayeft depart renowned like the fun fetting in the west.

King of the race of Morven, faid the chief of the waves of Lochlin ; never will Swaran fight thee, first of a thoufand heroes! I faw thee in the halls of Starno, and few were thy years beyond my own. When fhall I, faid I to my foul, lift the fpear like the noble Fingal? We have fought heretofore, o warrior, on the fide of the fhaggy Malmor; after my waves had carried me to thy - halls, and the feast of a thoufand fhells was spread. Let the bards fend him, who overcame, to future years, for noble was the strife of heathy Malmor.

But many of the ships of Lochlin have loft their youths on Lena. Take thefe, thou king of Morven, and be the friend of Swaran. And when thy fons shall come to the mosty towers of Gormal, the feaft of fhells fhall be

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Nor fhip, replied the king, shall Fingal take, nor land of many hills. The defart is enough to me, with all its deer and woods. Rife on thy waves again, thou noble friend of Agandecca. Spread thy white fails to the beam of the morning, and return to the ecchoing hills of Gormal.

Bleft be thy foul, thou king of fhells, faid Swaran of the dark - brown fhield. In peace thou art the gale of fpring. In war the mountain - form. Take now my hand in friendfhip, thou noble king of Morven. Let thy bards mourn those who fell. Let Erin give the fons of Lochlin to earth; and raife the moffy stones of their fame. That the children of the north hereafter may behold the place where their fathers fought. And fome hunter may fay, when he leans on a mosty tomb, here Fingal and Swaran fought, the heroes of other years. Thus hereafter shall he fay, and our

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Swaran, faid the king of the hills, to-day our fame is greatest. We shall pafs away like a dream. No found will be in the fields of our battles. Our tombs will be loft in the I 3 | heath.

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