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CUCHULAID sat by the wall ; by the U tree of the rustling leaf f. His spear leaned against the mossy rock. His shield lay by him on the grass. Whilst he thought on the mighty Carbre whom he slew in battle, the scout of the ocean came, Moran the son of Fithil.

Rise, Cuebulaid, rise! I see the ships of Garve. Many are the foe, Cuchulaid; many the sons of Lochlyn.

MORAN! thou ever tremblest; thy fears increase the foe. They are the ships of the Desert of hills arrived to affist Cuchulaid.

* This is the opening of the epic poem mentioned in the presace. The two following fragments are parts of some episodes of the same work. The aspen or poplar tree.

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I saw their chief, says Moran, tall as a rock of ice. His spear is like that fir; his shield like the rising moon. He fat upon a rock on the thore, as a grey cloud upon the hill. Many, mighty man! I said, many are our heroes ; Garve, well art thou named *, many are the fons of our king.

He answered like a wave on the rock; who is like me here? The valiant live not with me; they go to the earth from my hand. The king of the Desert of hills alone can fight with Garve. Once we wrestled on the hill. Our heels overturned the wood. Rocks fell from their place, and rivulets changed their course. Three days we strove together; heroes stood at a distance, and feared. On the fourth, the King faith that I fell ; but Garve faith, he

* Garve fign:fies a man of great fize.


stood. Let Cuchulaid yield to him that is strong as a storm. ·

No. I will never yield to man. Čuchulaid will conquer or die. Go, Moran, take my spear ; strike the shield of Caithbait which hangs before the gate. It never rings in peace. My heroes shall hear on the hill.




* N ORNA, thou fairest of women,

MI daughter of Cormac-Carbre ! why in the circle of stones, in the cave of the rock, alone? The stream murmureth hoarsely. The blast groaneth in the aged tree. The lake is troubled before thee. Dark are the clouds of the sky. But thou art like snow on the heath. Thy hair like a thin cloud of gold on the top of Cromleach. Thy

* The fignification of the names in this fragment are ; Dubhchomar, a black well-thaped man. Muirne or Morna, a woman beloved by all. Cormac-cairbre, an unequalled and rough warriour. Cromleach, a crooked hill. Mugruch, a furly gloomy man. Tarman, thunder. Moinie, soft in temper and per.



breasts like two smooth rocks on the hill which is seen from the stream of Brannuin. Thy arms, as two white pillars in the hall of Fingal.


WHENCE the son of Mugruch, Duchommar the most gloomy of men? Dark are thy brows of terror. Red thy roll

ing eyes. Does Garve appear on the í fea? What of the foe, Duchommar?


From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the flying deer. Three have I lain with my bow; three with my panting dogs. Daughter of Cormac-Carbre, I love thee as my soul. I have slain a deer for thee. High was his branchy head; and fleet his feet of wind.


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