And long fhall Morna wait, Duchomar

faid, his blood is on my fword.

Long fhall Morna wait for him. He fell at Branno's ftream. High on Cromla I will raife his tomb, daughter of Cormac - cairbar; but fix thy love on Duchomar, his arm is ftrong as a storm.

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And is the fon of Torman fallen? faid the maid of the tearful eye. Is he fallen on his ecchoing heath the youth with the breaft of fnow? he that was first in the chace of the hill; the foe of the ftrangers of the ocean!! Duchiomar, thou art dark [2] indeed, and cruel is thy arm to Mornh. But give me that fword, my foe; I love the blood of Caithbat.

Li He gave the fword to her tears; but the pierced his manly breaft. He fell, like the bank of a mountain - ftream; ftretched out his and faid.

arm,

Daugther of Corinac cairbar, thou haft flain Duchomar. The fword is cold in my. breaft; Morna, I feel it cold. Give me to Moina [3] the maid; Duchomar was the dream of her night. She will raifer my tomb; and the hunter fhall fee it and praise me. But draw the fword from my breaft; Morna, the fteel is cold. She

the dark man.

[2] She alludes to his name
[3] Moina, foft in temper and perfon.

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. She came, in all her tears, fhe came, and drew it from his breaft. He pierced her white fide with steel; and fpread her fair locks on the ground. Her burfting blood founds from her fide: and her white arm is stained with red. Rolling in death fhe lay, and Tura's cave anfwered to her groans.

Peace, faid Cuchullin, to the fouls of the heroes; their deeds were great in danger. Let them ride around [4] me on clouds; and fhew their features of war: that my foul may be ftrong in danger; my arm like the thunder of heaven. But be thou on a moonbeam, 6 Morna, near the window of my reft; when my thoughts are of peace; and the din

of arms is over.

Gather the ftrength of

the tribes, and move to the wars of Erin.

battles; rejoice in the Place three fpears

Attend the car of my noife of my course. by my fide; follow the bounding of my fteeds; that my foul may be ftrong in my friends, when the battle darkens round the beams of my steel. As

[4] It was the opinion then, as indeed it is to this day, of fome of the Highlanders, that the fouls of the deceased hovered round their living friends; and fometimes appeared to them, when they were about to enter on any great undertaking.

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As rushes a ftream [5] of foam from the dark fhady fteep of Cromla; when the thunder is rolling above, and dark brown night on half the hill. So fierce, fo vaft, fo terrible rufhed on the fons of Erin. The chief like a whale of ocean, whom all his billows follow, poured valour forth as a ftream, rolling his might along the fhore.

The fons of Lochlin heard the noife as the found of a winter- ftream. Swaran ftruck his boffy fhield, and called the son of Arno. What murmur rolls along the hill like the gathered flies of evening? The fons of Innisfail descend, or ruftling winds roar in the diftant wood. Such is the noife of Gormal befo

re

[5] Ως δ' ότε χείμαῤῥοι ποταμοί, κατ ̓ ὄρεσφι ῥέοντες

Ες μισγάγκειαν συμβάλλετον ὄβριμον ὕδωρ,
Κρενῶν ἐκ μεγάλων κοίλης ἔντοσθε χα-
Ном.

ράδρης.

As torrents roll encreaf'd by numerous rills
With rage impetuous down the ecchoing hills;
Rush to the vales, and pour'd along the plain,
Roar thro' a thousand channels to the main.

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Aut ubi decurfu rapido de montibus altis,
Dant fonitum fpumofi amnes, &'in æquora currunt,
Quisque fuum populatus iter.

VIRG.

re the white tops of my waves arise. O fon of Arno, afcend the hill and view the dark face of the heath.

He went, and trembling, fwift returned. His eyes rolled wildly round. His heart beat high against his fide. His words were faultering, broken, flow.

Rife, fon of ocean; rife, chief of the darkbrown fhields. I fee the dark, the mountainftream of the battle: the deep-moving ftrength of the fons of Erin The car, the car of battle comes, like the flame of death; the rn. pid car of Cuchullin, the noble fon of Semo. It bends behind like a wave near a rock; like the golden mift of the heath. Its fides are emboffed with ftones, and fparkle like the fea round the boat of night. Of polished yew is its beam, and its feat of the fmootheft bone. The fides are replenished with fpears; and the bottom is the footstool of heroes. Before the right fide of the car is feen the fnorting horfe. The highmaned, broad - breafted, proud, highleaping, ftrong fteed of the hill. Loud and refounding is his hoof; the spreading of his mane above is like that ftream of smoke on the heath. Bright are the fides of the steed, and his name is Sulin - Sifadda.

Before

Before the left fide of the car is feen the fnorting horfe. The dark-maned, high-headed, ftrong hoofed, fleet, bounding fon of the hill his name is Dusronnal among the ftormy fons of the fword. A thousand thongs bind the car on high. Hard polished bits fhine in a wreath of foam. Thin thongs, brightftudded with gems, bend on the ftately necks of the fteeds. The fteeds, that like wreaths of mist fly over the ftreamy vales. The wildnefs of deer is in their courfe, the ftrength of the eagle defcending on her prey. Their noife is like the blaft of winter on the fides of the fnow-headed Gormal [6].

Within the car is feen the chief; the ftrong ftormy fon of the fword; the hero's name is Cuchullin, fon of Semo king of fhells. His red cheek is like my polished yew. The look of his blue-rolling eye is wide beneath the dark arch of his brow. His hair flies from his head like a flame, as bending forward he wields the fpear. Fly, king of ocean, Ay; he comes, like a storm, along the streamy vale.

When did I fly, replied the king, from the battle of many fpears? When did I fly, fon of Arno, chief of the little foul? I met the

ftorm

[6] A hill of Lochlin.