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53 F I N G A L, Bock IV,
of Fingal take a dark troop of thofe that frown fo high ; nor let a
Ion of the ecchoing groves bound on the waves of Inifl:ore.
Mine, faid Gaul, be the feven chiefs that came from Lano's
lake. Let Iniftore's dark king, faid Ofcar, come to the fword
of Oflian's fon. To mine the king of Inifcon, faid Connal, heart
of fteel ! Or Mudan's- chief or I, faid brown-haired Dermid, fhall
ficep on clay-cold eartli. My choice, though now fo weak and
dark, was Terman's battling king ; I promifed with my hand to
win the hero's dark-brown fliield. Bleft and vidorious be my
chiefs, faid Fingal of the mildefb look ; Swaran, king of roaring
waves, thou art the choice of Fingal.
Now, like an hundred difl'erent winds that pour through many
vales ; divided, dark the fons of the hill advanced, and Cromla ec-
choed around.
How can I relate the deaths when we clofed in the ftrife of our
fteel ? O daughter of Tofcar ! bloody were our hands ! The gloomy
ranks of Lochlin fell like the banks of the roaring Cona. Our
arms were vi(ftorious on Lena : each chief fulfilled his promife. Be-
{kle the murmur of Branno thou didft often fit, O maid; when thy
white bofom rofe frequent, like the down of the fwan when flow
flie fails the lake, and fidelong winds are blowing. Thou haft
feen the fun * retire red and How beliind his cloud ; night gathering
* Sol qucqui y cxorhns U cum fe andlt Above the reft the fun, who never lie?,
in utidas Foretels the change of weather in the fkies,.
Sigiadobit. SolemctTtiJp.mafrnafiquuniw, For if he rife, unwilling to his race,
Vt qua mane refirt, is quafurgentibus ajiris. Clouds on his brow and fpots upon his fice ;
lUe uhi nnJcenUm maculh variavtrit ortum Or if thro' mifts he flioots his fuUen beams,
Conditus in nuLem, medloque refogerit oibe ; Frugal of light, in loofe and ftraggllng fl teams,
Suf^eSii tibi fu.t ivdres. Viae. Sufpedl a dtifling day. Dryden.
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