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They went each to his hill of mist.

Bards marked

the sounds of the shields. Loudest rung thy boss, Duth-maruno. Thou must lead in war ar!

Like the murmurs of waters the race of U-thorno came down. Starno led the battle, and Swaran of stormy isles. They looked forward from iron shields, like Cruth-loda, fiery-eyed, when he looks from behind. the darkened moon, and strews his signs on night. The foes met by Turthor's stream. They heaved like ridgy waves. Their echoing strokes are mixed. Shadowy death flies over the hosts. They were clouds of hai. with squally winds in their skirts. Their showers are roaring together. Below them swells the dark-rolling deep.

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Strife of gloomy U-thorno, why should I mark thy wounds? Thou art with the years that are gone; fadest on my soul !

Starno brought forward his skirt of war, and Swaran his own dark wing. Nor a harmless fire is Duthmaruno's sword. Lochlin is rolled over her streams. The wrathful kings are lost in thought. They roll heir silent eyes over the flight of their land. norn of Fingal was heard; the sons of woody Albion returned. But many lay, by Turthor's stream, silent in their blood.

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"Chief of Crathmo," said the king, "Duth-maruno, hunter of boars! not harmless returns my eagle from the field of foes! For this white-bosomed Lanul shall brighten at her streams; Candona shall rejoice as he wanders in Crathmo's fields."

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Colgorm," replied the chief, " was the first of my race in Albion; Colgorm, the rider of ocean; through its watery vales. He slew his brother in I-thorno :* He chose his place is

he left the land of his fathers.

An island of Scandinavia.

silence, by rocky Crathmo-craulo.

His race came

forth in their years; they came forth to war, but they always fell. The wound of my fathers is mine, king of echoing isles!

He drew an arrow from his side! He fell pale in a land unknown. His soul came forth to his fathers, to their stormy isle. There they pursued boars of mist, along the skirts of winds. The chiefs stood silent around, as the stones of Loda, on their hill. The traveller sees them, through the twilight, from his lonely path. He thinks them the ghosts of the aged, forming future wars.

Night came down on U-thorno. Still stood the chiefs in their grief. The blast whistled, by turns, through every warrior's hair. Fingal, at length, broke forth from the thoughts of his soul. He called Ullin of harps, and bade the song to rise. "No falling fire. that is only seen, and then retires in night; no de parting meteor was he that is laid so low. He was like the strong-beaming sun, long rejoicing on his hill. Call the names of his fathers from their dwellings old!'

I-thorno, said the bard, that risest midst ridgy seas! Why is thy head so gloomy in the ocean's mist? From thy vales came forth a race, fearless as thy strongwinged eagles: the race of Colgorm of iron shields, dwellers of Loda's hall.

In Tormoth's resounding isle arose Lurthan, streamy aill. It bent its woody head over a silent vale. There, it foamy Cruruth's source, dwelt Rurmar, hunter of Soars! His daughter was fair as a sunbeam, white. bosomed Strina-dona!

Many a king of heroes, and hero of iron shields, many a youth of heavy locks came to Rurmar's echong hall. They came to woo the maid, the stately ..untress of Tormoth wild. But thou lookest careless 'rom thy steps, high-bosomed Strina dona !

If on the heath she moved, her breast was whiter than the down of cana;* If on the sea-beat shore, tha the foam of the rolling ocean. Her eyes were two stars of light. Her face was heaven's bow in showers. Her dark hair flowed round it, like the streaming clouds. Thou wert the dweller of souls, white-handed Strina. dona!

Colgorm came in his ship, and Corcul-suran, king of shells. The brothers came from I-thorno to woo the sunbeam of Tormoth wild. She saw them in their echoing steel. Her soul was fixed on blue-eyed Colgorm. Ul-lochlin'st nightly eye looked in, and saw the tossing arms of Strina-dona.

Wrathful the brothers frowned. Their flaming eyes in silence met. They turned away. They struck their shields. Their hands were trembling on their swords. They rushed into the strife of heroes for long. haired Strina-dona.

Corcul-suran fell in blood. On his isle raged the strength of his father. He turned Colgorm from I-thorno, to wander on all the winds. In Crathmocraulo's rocky field he dwelt by a foreign stream. Nor darkened the king alone, that beam of light was near, the daughter of echoing Tormoth, white armed Strina-dona.

The cana is a certain kind of grass, which grows plentifully he heathy morasses of the north.

+ Ul-lochlin," the guide to Lochlin ;" the name of a star

ARGUMENT OF DUAN III.

Das an, after some general reflections, describes the situation of Fingal, and the position of the army of Lochlin.-The conversă tion of Starno and Swaran.-The épisode of Corman-trunar and Foina-bragal.-Starno, from his own example, recommends to Swaran to surprise Fingal, who had retired alone to a neighboring hill. Upon Swaran's refusal, Starno undertakes the enterprise himsel, is overcome and taken prisoner by Fingal. He us dismissed after a severe reprimand for his cruelty.

WHENCE is the stream of years? Whither do they roll along? Where have they hid, in mist, their many col

ored sides.

I look unto the times of old, but they seem dim to Ossian's eyes, like reflected moonbeans on a distant lake. Here rise the red beams of war! There, silent, dwells a feeble race! They mark no years with their deeds, as slow they pass along. Dweller between the shields! thou that awakest the failing soul! descend from thy wall, harp of Cona, with thy voices three! Come with that which kindles the past: rear the forms of old, on their own dark-brown years!

U-thorno, hill of storms, I behold my race on thy side. Fingal is bending in night over Duth-maruno's tomb. Near him are the steps of his heroes, hunters of the boar. By Turthor's stream the host of Lochlin is deep in shades. The wrathful kings stood on two hills: they looked forward on their bossy shields. They looked forward to the stars of night, red wandering in the west. Cruth-loda bends from high, like a formless meteor in clouds. He sends abroad the winds, And marks them with his signs. Starno foresaw that Morven's king was not to yield in war.

He twice struck the tree in wrath. He rushed be. fore his son. He hummed a surly song, and heard his wi in wind. Turned from one another, they stood,

like two oaks, which different winds nad bent; each hangs over his own loud rill, and shakes his boughs in the course of blasts.

“Annir," said Starno of lakes, "was a fire that consumed of old. He poured death from his eyes along the striving fields. His joy was in the fall of men. Blood to him was a summer stream, that brings joy to the withered vales, from its own mossy rock. He came forth to the lake Luth-cormo, to meet the tall Corman-trunar, he from Urlor of streams, dweller of battle's wing."

The chief of Urlor had come to Gormal with his dark-bosomed ships. He saw the daughter of Annir white-armed Foina-bragal. He saw her! Nor careless rolled her eyes on the rider of stormy waves. She fled to his ship in darkness, like a moonbeam through a nightly veil. Annir pursued along the deep; he called the winds of heaven. Nor alone was the king! Starno was by his side. Like U-thorno's young eagle, I turned my eyes on my father.

We rushed into roaring Urlor. With his people came tall Corman-trunar. We fought; but the foe pre. vailed. In his wrath my father stood. He lopped the young trees with his sword. His eyes rolled red in his rage. I marked the soul of the king, and I retired in night. From the field I took a broken helmet; a shield that was pierced with steel; pointless was the spear in my hand. I went to find the foe.

On a rock sat tall Corman-trunar beside his burning oak; and near him beneath a tree, sat deep-bosomed Foina-bragal. I threw my broken shield before her ! spoke the words of peace. "Beside his rolling sea lies Aunir of many lakes. The king was pierced ir battle; and Starno is to raise his tomb. Me, a son of Loda, he sends to white-handed Foina, to bid her send lock from her hair, to rest with her father in earth.

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