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HERE was the din of arms; and here the groans of the dying. Mournful are the wars of Fingal! O Connal! it was here thou didst fall. Thine arm was like a ftorm; thy fword, a beam of the fky; thy height, a rock on the plain; thine eyes, a furnace of fire. Louder than a form was thy voice, when thou confoundedft the field. Warriors fell by thy fword, as the thiftle by the staff of a boy.

DARGO the mighty came on, like a cloud of thunder.

His brows were con

tracted and dark.

His eyes like two

caves in a rock.

Bright rofe their

fwords on each fide; dire was the clang of their steel.

THE daughter of Rinval was near; Crimora, bright in the armour of man ; her hair loose behind, her bow in her hand. She followed the youth to the

war,

She

war, Connal her much beloved. drew the ftring on Dargo; but erring pierced her Connal. He falls like an oak on the plain; like a rock from the fhaggy hill. What fhall fhe do, haplefs maid!-He bleeds; her Connal dies. All the night long fhe cries, and all the day, O Connal, my love, and my friend! With grief the fad mourner died.

EARTH here inclofeth the loveliest pair on the hill. The grafs grows between the stones of their tomb; I fit in the mournful fhade. The wind fighs through the grass; and their memory rushes on my mind. Undisturbed you now fleep together; in the tomb of the mountain you reft alone.

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SON of the noble Fingal, Ofcian;,

Prince of men! what tears run down. the cheeks of age? what fhades thy mighty foul?

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MEMORY, fon of Alpin, memory wounds the aged. Of former times are: my thoughts; my thoughts are of the noble Fingal. The race of the king return into my mind, and wound me with remembrance.

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ONE day, returned from the sport of the mountains, from pursuing the fons. of the hill, we covered this heath with our youth. Fingal the mighty was here,. and Ofcur, my fon,. great in war. Fair on our fight from the fea, at once, a virgin came. Her breaft was like the fnow of one night. Her cheek like the

bud

bud of the rofe. Mild was her blue rolling eye: but forrow was big in her

heart.

FINGAL renowned in war! fhe cries, fons of the king, preferve me! Speak fecure, replies the king, daughter of beauty, fpeak: our ear is open to all our fwords redress the injured. I fly from Ullin, fhe cries, from Ullin famous in war. I fly from the embrace of him who would debafe my blood. Cremor, the friend of men, was my father; Cremor the Prince of Inverne.

FINGAL's younger fons arofe; Carryl expert in the bow; Fillan beloved of the fair; and Fergus first in the race.

Who from the fartheft Lochlyn? who to the feas of Molochafquir? who dares hurt the maid whom the fons of Fingal guard? Daughter of beauty, rest D 2 fecure

fecure; reft in peace, thou faireft of wo

men.

FAR in the blue diftance of the deep, fome spot appeared like the back of the ridge-wave. But foon the fhip increased

on our fight.

her to land. as he moved.

The hand of Ullin drew
The mountains trembled

The hills fhook at his fteps. Dire rattled his armour around him. Death and deftruction were in his eyes. His ftature like the roe of Morven. He moved in the lightning of fteel.

OUR warriours fell before him, like the field before the reapers. Fingal's three fons he bound. He plunged his fword into the fair-one's breast. She fell as a wreath of fnow before the fun in fpring. Her bofom heaved in death; her foul came forth in blood.

OSCUR

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