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I hear the roar of battle. My people are alone. My steps are slow on the heath, and no shield is mine-Shall he then prevail : —It is then after Dermid is low ! I will call thee forth, O Foldath, and meet thee yet in fight.

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he was overpowered and slain. He was buried sm the place where he was killed , and the valley was called after his name. Dermid , in his request to Gaul the son of Morni , which immediately follows this paragraph, alludes to the tomb of Clono, and his own conneétion with that unfortunate chief.

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which Ossian has chosen to diversify his battles, are interesting, and never fail to awaken our attention. I know that want of particularity in the wounds , and diversity in the fall of those that are slain, have been among the objećtions, started., to the poetical merit of Ossian's poems. The criticism, without partiality I may say it , is unjust, for our poet has introduced as great a variety of this sort, as he , with propriety, could within the compass of so short poems. It is confessed, that Homer has a greater variety of deaths than any other poet that ever appeared. His great knowledge in anatomy can never be disputed ; but, I am far from thinking, that his battles, even with all their novelty of wounds, are the most beautiful parts of his poems. The human mind dwells with disgust upon a protračted scene of carnage 3 and, tho' the introdućtion of the terrible is necessary to the grandeur of heroic poetry, yet I am convinced , that a medium ought to be observed,

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