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My fathers, Offian, trace my steps; my deeds are pleasant to their eyes. Wherever I come forth to battle, on my field, are their columns of mist. — But mine arm rescued the feeble; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen did mine eye rejoice. For this (1) my fathers shall meet me, at the

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gates of their airy halls, tall, with robes of light, with mildly-kindled eyes. But, to the proud in arms, they are darkened moons in heaven, which send the fire of night, redwandering over their face.

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prevailed in those times, tended not a little to make individuals emulous to excel one another in martial atchievements. It was thought, that, in the hall of clouds, every one had a seat, raised above others, in proportion as he cycelled them , in valour, when he lived. — The simile in this paragraph is new, and, if I may use the expression of a bard, who alludes to it, beautifully terrible.

Mar dhubh-reii!, an croma nan speur,
A thaomas teina na h’oicha ,
Dearg sruthach , air h’aighai' fein.

(1) There are some stones still to be seen in the north , which were erected , as memorials of some remarkable transačtions between the ancient chiefs . There are generally found, beneath them, some

from his shield. Dark in thought, a-while ; he bends: his words, at length, came forth.

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fount of the rock. — Here the standard (1) of

piece of arms, and a bit of half-burnt wood. The cause of placing the last there is not mentioned in tradition.

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Morven poured its wreaths on the wind, to mark the way of Ferad.artho, from his secret vale. — Bright, from his parted west, the sun of heaven looked abroad. The hero saw his F. , and heard their shouts of joy. In broen ridges round, they glittered to the beam. The king rejoiced, asahunter in his own green vale, when, after the stormis rolled away, he sees the gleaming fides ofthe rocks. The green thorn shakes its head in their face; from their top, look forward the roes.

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mentioned ) is called, the sun-beam. The reason of this appellation , I gave , more than once, in my notes in the preceding volume.

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