...and they vanifh : my noftrils pour the blaft of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, the fields of my reft are pleafant. DWELL then in thy calm field, faid Fingal, and let Comhal's fon be forgot. Do my...

...pleafant. Dwell then in thy calm field , faid Fingal , and let Comhal's fon be forgot. Do my fteps afcend , from my hills , into thy peaceful plains ; Do I meet thee , with a fpear, on thy cloud , {pirit of difmal Loda ! Why then doft thou frown on Fingal ? or shake thine airy...

...tempefts are before " my face. The bhfts are in the hollow of my " hand : the courfe of the ftorm is mine. But my «« dwelling is calm, above the clouds : the fields of my « reft are pleafent (228)." , Such ai of late o'er pule Britannia pad, I' •!']<! ..mi ferene he...

...they they vanifh: my noftrils pour the blaft o£ death. I come abroad on the winds t the 1 tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my reft are pleafant. Dwell in thy pleafant fields, faid the! ,king: Let Comhal's fort be forgot. Do my...

...and th?y vanifli : my noftriis pour the bfatt of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, ths fitUs of my reft are pleafant. Dwell then in thy calm fields, faid Fingal, and let Coinhal's fon...

...occurrit mea hasla in qua est vis, In amictu coelorum voci Larvae nigrae ad .circuia t'ornnie Lodinis ? Dwell in thy pleasant fields, said the king : Let...from my hills, into thy peaceful plains ? Do I meet thec, with a spear, on thj« cloud, spirit of dismal Loda ? Why then dost 'thou frown on me ? why shake...

...brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish : my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds : the tempests are before my face. But...above the clouds; the fields of my rest are pleasant. :* An mitteres tu me ipsutn a meo circo? Dixit vox gravis dnjus crat maxime indistinctus soirus. Mihi...

...brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish: my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad ou the winds: the tempests are before my face. But my...the clouds -, the fields of my rest are pleasant. An mitteres tu me ipsum a meo circo ? Dixit vox gravis cujus erat maxime indistinctus sonus. Mihi cedunt...

...valiant. I look on the nations, and they vanish : my nostrils pour the blast of death. I •ome abroad on the winds : the tempests are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds ; the folds of my rest are pleasant. " Dwell then in thy calm fields, said Fingal, and let Comhal's son be...

...nostrils pour the blast of death *5. I come abroad on the winds ae : the tempests are before my face*7. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds ; the fields of my rest are pleasant *8." of the brave. .] " He Lowed the heavens also — yea he sent out bis arrows and scattered them...