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friends of the dead; but close it not till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why fhould I ftay behind? Here fhall I reft with my friends by the ftream of the founding rock. When night comes on the hill; when the wind

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up on the heath; my ghost shall stand in the wind, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter fhall hear

from his booth. He fhall fear, but love my voice. For sweet shall my voicebe for my friends; for pleafant were they both to me..

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AD! I am fad indeed: nor small my cause of woe! Kirmor, thou haft loft no fon; thou haft loft no daughter of beauty. Connar the valiant lives; and Annir the faireft of maids. boughs of thy family flourish, O Kirmor! but Armyn is the last of his

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RISE, winds of autumn, rife; blow upon the dark heath! ftreams of the mountains, roar! howl, ye tempefts, in the trees! walk through broken clouds, O moon! fhow by intervals thy pale face! bring to my mind that fad night, when all my children fell; when Arindel the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely died.

DAURA, my daughter! thou wert

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fair; fair as the moon on the hills of Jura; white as the driven fnow; fweet as the breathing gale. Armor renowned in war came, and fought Daura's love; he was not long denied; fair was the hope of their friends.

EARCH fon of Odgal repined; for his brother was flain by Armor. He came disguised like a fon of the fea fair was his fkiff on the wave; white his locks of age; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he faid, lovely daughter of Armyn! a rock not diftant in the fea, bears a tree on its fide; red fhines the fruit afar. There Armor waiteth for Daura. I came to fetch his love. Come, fair daughter of Armyn!

SHE went; and fhe called on Armor. Nought answered, but the fon of the Armor, my love! my love!

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why tormenteft thou me with fear? come, graceful fon of Ardnart, come; it is Daura who calleth thee! -Earch the traitor fled laughing to the land. She lifted up her voice, and cried for her brother and her father. Arindel! Armyn! none to relieve your Daura ?

HER Voice came over the fea. Arindel my fon defcended from the hill; rough in the spoils of the chace. His arrows rattled by his fide; his bow was in his hand; five grey dogs attended his fteps. He faw fierce Earch on the fhore; he feized and bound him to an oak. Thick fly the thongs of the hide around his limbs; he loads the wind with his groans.

ARINDEL afcends the furgy deep in his boat, to bring Daura to the land. Armor came in his wrath, and let fly the grey-feathered fhaft. It fung; it

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funk in thy heart, O Arindel my føn! for Earch the traitor thou diedft. What is thy grief, O Daura, when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood!

THE boat is broken in twain by the waves. Armor plunges into the fea, to refcue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast from the hill comes over the waves. He funk, and he rofe no more.

ALONE, on the fea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her cries; nor could her father relieve her. All night I ftood on the fhore. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind ; and the rain beat hard on the fide of the mountain. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening-breeze among the grafs of the rocks. Spent with grief the expired. O lay me foon by her fide.

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