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As when the Spirit of the Deep
His dreadful courfe maintains ;
While his loos'd winds o'er Ocean fweep,
And gloomy horror reigns !
Satiate with groans, and fierce with blood,
The dark malignant power
Rides, in grim triumph, o'er the flood,
And rules the deathful hour !
So the dire Cobthach, drunk with gore,
And glorying to deftroy ;
Aloft vidlorious horrors bore.
And fmil'd with hideous joy.
Clofe by the murder'd Monarch's fide,
The earth brave OllioU " prefs'd ;
A dagger, bath'd in life's warm tide.
Yet quivering in his breaft.
Clafp'd round the dying Prince's neck.
His little Maon " lay ;
While the third dagger rofe to flirike
Its unrefifling prey.
Rous'd
■= OIli6ll Aine, foil to Laoghaire Lore, who was thus murdered by his brother
Cobthach.
<" Maon, fon to OIHoU Aine.