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Night came down on Morven. Fingal sat

at the beam of the oak. Morni sat by his fide, with all his gray waving locks. Their discour. fe is of other times, and the ačtions of their fathers. Three bards, at times, touched the harp; and Ulin was near with his song. He sung of the mighty Comhal; but darkness ga.

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Chief of Strumon; why that darkness? Let the days of other years be forgot. Our fathers contended in battle; but we meet together, at the feast. Our swords are turned on the foes, and they melt before us on the field. Let the days of our fathers be forgot, king of mossy Struinon. - * .

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King of Morven, replied the chief, I remember thy father with joy. He was terrible

in battle; the rage *) of the chief was deadly.

My eyes were full of tears, when the king of heroes fell. The valiant fall, o Fingal, and the feeble remain on the hills. How many heroes have passed away, in the days of Morni!

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either signifies that Comhal killed many in battle, or that he was implacable in his resentment, The translator has endeavoured to preserve the same ambiguity in the version; as it was probably designed by the poet,

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we heard the words of the chief with joy, and moved in the clang of our arms, our fteps are on the woody hill. Heaven burns with all its stars. The meteors of death fly over the field. The distant noise of the foe reached our ears. It was then 1Gaul spoke, in

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Son of Morni, I replied, my soul delighti in battle. I delight to shine in battle alone, and to give my name to the bards. But what, if the foe should prevail; shall I behold the eyes of the king? They are terrible in his dis. pleasure , and like the flames of death. — But I will not behold them in his wrath. Ossian shall prevail or fall. But shall the same of - the

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The feeble would turn their eyes and say, “Behold the mighty Gaul, who left his friend “in his blood!” Ye shall not behold me, ye feeble, but in the midst of my renown. off. an! I have heard from my father the mighty deeds of heroes; their mighty deeds when alo. he; for the soul increases in danger.

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duced, as an episode, in the fourth book of Fingal.

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*) This proposal of Gaul is much more noble, and 11 lore agreeable to true heroisin, than the behaviour of Ulysses and Diomed in the Iliad, or that of Nisus and Euryalus in the Aneid. What his valour and generosity suggested, became the

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