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8 F I N G A L, B. L
velfcr is alone, and mourns the tranfient beam.
Say, f.iid Semo's blue-eyed Ton, fay how fell the
chiefs of Erin ? Fell they by the fons of Lochlin,
frriving in the battle of heroes ? Or v/hat confines
t'le chiefs of Cromla to the dark aiid narrcir
houfe * ?
Cathbat, replied the hero, fell by the fvvord
of Duchomar at the oak of the noify ftreams.
Duchomar came to Tura's cave, and fpoke to the
lovely Morna.
McRNA t, fairefl: among women, lovelv daugh-
ter of Cormac-cairbar. Why in the circle of itones ;
In the cave of the rock alone ? The flream mur-
murs hoarfeiy. The old tree's groan is in the
v/;nd. The lake is troubled before thee, and dark
are the clouds of the iky. But thou art like fnow
on the heath; aid thy hair like the mifc of Crom-
la; when it curls on the rocks, and it fhines to the
beam of the weft. — Thy breafls are like two fmooth
rocks ietn from Branno of the ftreams. Thy arms
like two white pillars in the halls of the mighty
Fin gal.
From whence, the white-armed maid replied,
from whence, Duchomar, the moH gloomy of
men ? Dark are thy brows and terrible. Red are
tjiy rolling eyes. Does Swaran appear on the fen ?
\Vhat of tiie foe, Duchomar ?
From the hill I return, O Morna, from the
liiil of t.he dark brown hinds. Three have I flain
^\'ith my bended yew. Three with my long bound-
ing dogs of t!ic chafe. — l^ovely daughter of Cor-
rnac, I love thee as my foul. — I have flain one
flately deer for tliee. — High was his branchy head ;
and fleet his feet of Vv'ind.
DucHO:.iA;i! cahn the maid replied, I love
tlr.e nor, ihoa cloomy man. — Hard is thy heart
of
* The grave.— The houfe appointed for all living. Jod.
f Muirne or Morna, a ivoman beloved h nil.