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came to her lovely Gaul, She fell upon his clay-cold corfe. There
the fan', unhappy mourner was found ; but Ihe would not be torn
from her love.
All day, the fun, as he travelled through his watery cloud, be-
held her grief. All night, the ghofts of rocks faintly anfwered to
her figh. On the fecond day her eyes were clofed. Death came,
like the calm cloud of fleep, when the hunter is tired upon his hill,
and the filence of mift, without any wind, is around him.
Two days the father of Annir looked towards the heatli : two
fleeplefs nights he liftened to all the winds. " Give me," on this
morning he faid, " my ftaff. My fleps will be towards the defart."
—A gray dog howls before him : a fair ghoft hovers on the heath.
The aged lifts his tearful eye ; mournful he fpies the lovely form.
— But, Moran, I will leave thee ; I cannot flay to behold thy
grief f.
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Here, fon of youth, we laid the three. Here we reared their
gray ftones. Our forrow was great for their fall ; and our bards
gave the mournful fong.
** "Who, from the duflty hill with his armotir of light ; who ftalks
fo {lately over the plain ; who ftrides in terrors over the heath ;
who ruflies into danger and defies the brave ? Who is it but
Garno the bold ; Garno of the awful brow : the chief of fpears ;
the terror of the field; the ftrength of a thoufand dream <? ?
" But who meets him, with {lately fteps and yellow locks ? Like
F f the
f Some editions enlarge here upon though very tender, appears either to be
Moran's extreme grief on learning the not genuine, or not correct, it is omitted,
death of his daughter ; but as the paflage,