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nan, be this. arm if death meet him not there.
CONNAN! faith Euran, this night shall the stranger carry thy sister away. My sword shall meet him, replies Connan, and he shall lie low on earth.
· The friends met by night, and they fought. Blood and sweat ran downa their limbs as water on the mofly rock.. Connan falls and cries, o Durstan, be favourable to Rivine ! - And is it my friend, cries Ronnan, I have slain? 0. Connan! I knew thee not.
He went, and he fought with Rurstan. Day began to rise on the combat, when fainting they fell, and expired. Rivine came out with the morn; and --- what detains niy Ronnan!
-She saw him lying pale in his blood; and her brother lying pale by. his side.
What could she say? what could she do? her complaints were many and vain. She opened this grave for the warriours ; and fell into it herself, before it was closed; like the sun snatched away in a storm. .
· Thou hast heard this tale of grief,
fair daughter of the isles! Rivine was fair as thyself: shed on her grave a tear.!.: :.. i
IT is night; and I am alone, forlorn
on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent shrieks down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain'; forlorn on the hill of winds. :
RISE, moon! from behind thy clouds; stars of the night, appear ! Lead me, some light, to the place where my love rests from the toil of the chace! his bow near him, unstrung; his dogs panting around him. But here I must sit alone, by the rock of the moffy stream. The stream and the wind roar; nor can I hear the voice of my love.
Why delayeth my Shalgar, why the son of the hill, his promise ? Here is
the rock; and the tree; and here the roaring stream. Thou promisedít with night to be here. Ah! whither is my Shalgar gone? With thee I would fly my father ; with thee, my brother of pride. Our race have long been foes; but we are not foes, O Shalgar!
CEASE a little while, Owindi! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard over the heath; let my wanderer hear me. Shalgar! it is I who call. Here is the tree, and the rock. Shalgar, my love! I am here. Why delayest thou thy coming ? Alas! no answer.
· Lo! the moon appeareth. The flood is bright in the vale. The rocks are grey on the face of the hill. But I see him not on the brow; his dogs before him tell not that he is coming. Here I must sit alone...
But who are these that lie beyond me on the heath? Are they my love and my brother? — Speak to me, O my friends! they answer not. My soul is tormented with fears. Ah! they are dead. Their swords are red from the fight. O my brother! my brother! why last thou slain my Shalgar? why, O Shalgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! speak to me; hear my voice, fons of my love! But alas! they are silent; filent for ever! Cold are their breasts of
Oh! from the rock of the hill; from the top of the mountain of winds, speak ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, and I will not be afraid. Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find you?
I sit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye