To Turthor's plain Fingal returned. Fair role the beam of the eaft. It shone on the spoils of Lochlin in the hand of the king. From her cave came forth, in her beauty, the daughter of Torcultorno. She gathered her hair from wind. She wildly raised her fong. The song of Lulan of fhells, where once her father dwelt. She faw Starno's bloody fhield. Gladness rofe, a light, on her face. She faw the cleft helmet of Swaran (1). She shrunk, darkened, from Fingal. "Art thou fallen, by-thy hundred ftreams, O love of the mournful maid!" U-Thorno, that risest in waters! on whofe fide are the meteors of night! I behold the dark moon descending, behind thy refounding woods. On thy top dwells the mifty Loda: the house of the spirits of men! In the end of his cloudy hall, bends forward Cruth-loda of swords. His form is dimly feen, amid his wavy mift. His right-hand is on his fhield. In his left is the half-viewless Shell. The roof of his dreadful hall is marked with nightly fires! The race of Cruth-loda advance, a rigde of formless fhades. He reaches the founding fhell, to those who fhone in war. But, between him and the feeble, his shield rifes, a darkened orb. He is a fetting meteor to the weak in arms. Bright, as a rainbow on ftreams, came Lulan's white-bosomed maid. ARGUMENT. FINGAL returning with day, devolves the command on Duth-maruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the ftream of Turthor. Having recalled his people, he congratulates Duth-maruno on his fuccefs, but difcovers, that that hero had been morDuthtally wounded in the action. maruno dies. Ulin, the bard, in honour of the dead, introduces the epifode of Colgorm and Strina-dona, which concludes this duän. |