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24 T E M O R A.
the courfe of generous Cathmor. I hear a diftant found, Uke the
faUing of rocks in the defart. But ftrike thou thy {hield, at
times, that they may not come through night, and the fame of
Morven ceafe. — I begin to be alone, my fon, and I dread the fall of
my renown.
The voice of the bards arofe. The king leaned on the fliield
of Trenmor.— Sleep defcended on his eyes, and his future battles
rofe in his dreams. The hoft are fleeping around. Dark-haired
Fillan obferved the foe. His fteps are on a diftant hill ; we hear,
at times, his clanging ihield.
TEMORA:

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