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HAT soft voice of sorrow is in

the breeze ? --what lovely sunbeam of beauty trembling on the rock? Its bright hair is bathed in showers; and it looks, faint and dim, through its mist on the rushy plain. Why art thou alone maid of the mournful look? The cold dropping rain is on the rocks of Torlé

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na--the blast of the desart lifts thy yellow locks. Let thy steps be in the hall of shells, by the blue winding stream of Clutha :- let the harp tremble beneath thy fingers; and the sons of heroes liften to the music of songs.

SHALL my steps be in the hall of shells, and the aged low in the dust?' The father of Seláma is low behind this rock, on his bed of wither'd leaves :-the thiftle's down is strewed over him by the wind, and mixes with his grey hair. Thou art fallen-chief of Etha! without thy fame; and there is none to revenge thy death. But thy daughter will fit, pale, beside thee, till she finks, a faded flower, upon thy lifeless form... Leave the maid of Clutha-son of the stranger ! in the red eye of her tears !

How fell the car-borne Connal--blue

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eyed mourner of the rock? Mine arm is not weak in battle ; nor my sword without its fame.

CONNAL was a fire in his youth, that lighten'd through fields of renown :--but the flame weakly glimmered through grey ashes of age. His course was like a star moving through the heavens:-it walketh in brightness, but leaveth no track behind ;- its silver path cannot be found in the sky. The strength of Etha is rolled away like a tale of other

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and his eyes have failed. Feeble and dark, he sits in his hall, and hears the distant tread of a stranger's steps-the haughty steps of Tonthormo, from the roar of Duvranno's echoing stream. He stood in the hall like a pillar of darkness, on whose top is the red beam of fire:--wide rolled his eyes beneath the gloomy arch of his brow; as flames in two caves of a rock, øver-hung with the black pine of the deE

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fart. They had rolled on Seláma, and he asked the daughter of Connal. Tonthormo! breaker of shields ! thou art a meteor of death in war, whose fiery hair {treams on the clouds, and the nations are withered beneath its path. Dwell, Tonthormo! amidst thy hundred hills, and listen to thy torrent's roar; but the soft sigh of the virgins is with the chief of Crono ;--Hidallan is the dream of SeJáma--the dweller of her secret thoughts

. A rushing storm in war--a breeze that fighs over the fallen foe---pleasant are thy words of peace, and thy fongs at the moffy brook. Thy smiles are like the moon-beams trembling on the wavesThy voice is the gale of summer that whispers among the reeds of the lake, and awakens the harp of Moilena with all its lightly trembling strings. Oh that thy calm light was around me! my soul should not fear the gloomy chief of Duv.

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ranno. He came with his stately steps.My shield is before thee, maid of my love ! a wall of shelter from the lightning of swords. They fought. Tonthormo bends, in all his pride, before the arm of youth. But a voice was in the breast of Hidallan-shall I say the love of Selama ? Selama dwells in thy dark bosom-shall my steel enter there ? Live, thou storın of war! He gave again his sword. But-careless as he strode away rage arose in the troubled thoughts of the vanquish'd. He mark'd his time, and fidelong pierced the heart of the generous son of Semo. His fair hair is spread on the duft-his eyes are bent on the trembling beam of Clutha. Farewel, light of

my soul! They are closed in darkness. Feeble wast thou then, my father! and in vain didst thou call for help:--Thy grey locks are scatter'd, as a wreath of snow on the top of a wither'd trunk;

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