erced the Breaft of Fear-combraic. Aodan, faid Fear-combraic, where was the Sword of War? Where was the Spear of thy Strength, when thus thou haft flain Fear-combraic? Raise, gloomy Youth, raise thou our Tombs ! I will reft with the Chief of Innisfhallin.

Who is that on the Hill like a Sun-beam in a Storm? Who is that with the heaving Breafts, which are like two Wreaths of Snow? Thy blue Eyes roll in Tears, thou Daughter of mighty Connaid! Thy Hair flies round thy Temples, as the Mift on the Rocks of Ardven. Thy Robe flows on the Heath, Daughter of Grief, Diorma! He is fallen on the Hill like a Stream of Light in a Cloud. No more fhall he hear thy Voice like the Sound of the String of Mufic. The Strength of the War is gone; the Cheek of Youth is pale.

FRAGMENT XIV.*

UCHULAID fat by the Wall; by the Tree of the rustling Leaf †. His Spear leaned against the Moffy Rock. His Shield lay by him on the Grafs. Whilft he thought on the mighty Carbre whom he flew in Battle, the Scout of the Ocean came, Moran the Son of Fithil.

*This is the Opening of the Epic Poem mentioned in the Preface. The two following Fragments are Parts of fome Episodes of the fame Work.

†The Afpen or Poplar Tree.

Rife, Cuchulaid, rife! I fee the Ships of Garve. Many are the Foe, Cuchulaid; many the Sons of Lochlyn.

Moran! thou ever trembleft; thy Fears increase the Foe. They are the Ships of the Defert of Hills arrived to affift Cuchulaid,

I faw their Chief, fays Moran, tall as a Rock of Ice. His Spear is like that Fir; his Shield like the rifing Moon He fat upon a Rock on the Shore, as a grey Cloud upon the Hill. Many, mighty Man! I faid, many are our Heroes; Garve, well art thou named [t], many are the Sons 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.. Defert 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 Courfe: Three Days we ftrove together; Heroes ftood at a Diftance, and feared. On the fourth, the King faith that I fell; but Garve faith, he ftood. Let Cuchulaid yield to him that is strong as a Storm.

No. I will never yield to Man. Cuchulaid will conquer or die. Go, Moran, take my Spear;

[] Garve fignifies a Man of great fize.

trike the Shield of Caithbait which hangs before the Gate. It never rings in Peace. My Heroes fhall hear on the Hill.

FRAGMENT XV.

DUCHOM MAR, MORNA.

DUCHOM MAR.

ORNA [u], thou fairest of Women, Daughter of Cormac-Carbre? why in the Circle of Stones, in the Cave of the Rock, alone? The Stream murmereth hoarfely. The Blaft 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 Gromleach. Thy Breafts like two smooth Rocks on the Hill which is feen from the Stream of Brannuin. Thy Arms, as two white Pillars in the Hall of Fingal.

MORNA.

Whence the Son of Mugruch, Duchommar the moft gloomy of Men? Dark are thy Brows of Ter

[u] The Signification of the Names in this Fragment are Dubchomar, a black well shaped Man; Marine or Morna a Woman beloved by all. Cormac-Cairbre, an unequalled and rough Warrior. Cromleach, a crooked Hill. Mugruch, a furly gloomy Man. Tarman, Thunder. Mainie, foft in Temper and Perfon.

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Red thy rolling Eyes. Does Garve appear on the Sea? What of the Foe, Duchommar?

DUCHOM MAR.

From the Hill I return, O Morna, from the Hill of the flying Deer. Three have I flain with my Bow; three with my panting Dogs. Daughter of Cormac-Carbre, I love thee as my Soul. I have flain a Deer for thee. High was his branchy Head; and fleet his Feet of Wind.

MORNA.

Gloomy Son of Mugruch, Duchommar! I love thee not: Hard is thy Heart of Rock; Dark thy terrible Brow. But Cadmor the Son of Tarman, thou art the Love of Morna! thou art like a Sun-beam on the Hill, in the Day of the gloomy Storm. Saweft thou the Son of Tarman, lovely on the Hill of the Chace? Here the Daughter of Cormac-Carbre waiteth the coming of Cadmor.

DUCHOM MA R.

And long fhall Morna wait. His Blood is on my Sword. I met him by the mofly Stone, by the Oak of the noisy Stream. He fought; but I flew him; his Blood is on my Sword. High on the Hill I will raife his Tomb, Daughter of Cormac-Carbre. But love thou the Son of Mugruch; his Arm is ftrong as a Storm.

MORNA.

MORNA.

And is the Son of Tarman fallen; the Youth with the Breaft of Snow! the first in the Chace of the Hill; the Foe of the Sons of the Ocean !-Duchommar, thou art gloomy indeed; cruel is thy Arm to me. But give me that Sword, Son of Mugruch; I love the Blood of Cadmor!

[He gives her the Sword, with which she instantly ftabs him.]

DUCHO MMA R.

Daughter of Cormac-Carbre, thou haft pierced Duchommar! the Sword is cold in my Breast; thou haft killed the Son of Mugruch. Give me to Moinie the Maid; for much fhe loved Duchommar. My Tomb fhe will raife on the Hill; the Hunter fhall fee it, and praise me.But draw the Sword from

my Side, Morna; I feel it cold.

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[Upon her coming near him, he stabs her. fhe fell, fhe plucked a Stone from the Side of the Cave, and placed it betwixt them, that his Blood might not be mingled with hers.]

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