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ror of all but Fingal. Can T, replies the
King, can I deny the los-ely daughter
of the hill? take thy brother, O Min-
vane, thou fairer than the fnovv of the
north !
Such, Fingal I were thy words ; but
thy words I hear no more. Sightlefs
I fit by thy tomb. I hear the wind in
the wood ; but no more I hear my
friends. The cry cf the hunter is over.
The voice of war is ceafed.

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