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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 storm; thy sword, abeam of the iky; thy height, a rock on the plain; thine eyes, a furnace of fire. Louder than a storm was thy voice, when thou confoundedst the field. Warriors fell by thy sword, as the thistle by the staff of a boy.
Dargo the mighty came on, like a cloud of thunder. • His brows were contracted and dark. His eyes like two caves in a rock. Bright rose their swords on each side; 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, Connal her much beloved. She drew the string on Dargo; but erring. pierced her Connal. He falls like an oak on the plain; like a rock from the shaggy hill. What shall she do, hapless maid!—He bleeds ; her Connal dies. All the night long she cries, and all the day, O Connal, my love, and my friend! With grief the lad' mourner died.
Earth here incloseth the loveliest pair on the hill. The grass grows between the stones of their tomb; I sit in the mournful shade. The wind sighs through the grass; and their memory rushes on my mind. Undisturbed younow sleep together; in the tomb of the mountain you rest alone.
CON of the noble Fingal, Oscianj, Prince-of men! what tears run down; the cheeks of age? what shades thy mighty soul?
Memory, son 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..
One day,. returned from the sport of the mountains, from pursuing the sonsof the hill,- we covered this heath with our youth. Fingal the mighty was here,. and Oscur, my son,.great in war. Fait on our sight from the sea, at once, a virgin came. Her breast was like thefiiow. of. one night.. Her cheek like the.
budi =bud of the rose. Mild was her Hue ^rolling eye: but sorrow -was big in her •heart.
Fingal renowned in war! she cries, sons of the king, preserve me! Speak secure, replies the king, daughter of beauty, speak": our ear is open to all: our .fwOrds redress the injured. I fly from -Ullin, she cries, from Ullin famous in war. I fly from the embrace of him who would debase my blood. Cremor, •the friend of men, was-my father; Cre-mor the Prince of Inverne.
Fingal's younger sons arose; Carryl -expert in the bow; Fiflan beloved of *the fair; and Fergus first in the race. .~- Who from the farthest Lochlyn? who to the seas of Molochasquir? who -dares hurt the maid whom the sons of ^Fingal guard? Daughter of beauty, rest D 2 secure; secure ; rest in peace, thou fairest of women.
Far in the bine distance of the deep, some spot appeared like the back of the ridge-wave. But soon the ship increased on our sight. The hand of Ullin drew her to land. The mountains trembled as he moved. The hills shook at his steps. Dire rattled his armour around him. Death and destruction were in his eyes. His stature like the roe of Morven. He moved in the lightning of steel.
Our warriours fell before him, like the field before the reapers. Fingal's three sons he bound. He plunged his sword into the fair-one's breast. She fell as a wreath of snow before the fun in spring. Her bosom heaved in death; her soul came forth in blood.