J. F. Campbell Collection > Temora, an ancient epic poem, in eight books

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favv tliem, from wing to' wirig,"' bending in the ftrifc. Gleaming,
on his own dark hill, the ftrength * of Atha ftood. — They-f- were
like two fpirits of heaven, ftanding each on his gloomy cloud ;
when they pour abroad the winds, and lift the roaring feas. The
blue-tumbling of waves is before them, marked with the paths of
whales. Themfelves are calm and bright ; and the gale lifts their
locks of mift.
What beam of light hangs high in air? It is Morni's dread-
ful fword. — Death is ftrewed on thy paths, O Gaul ; thou foldeft
them together in thy rage. — Like a young oak falls Tur-lathon :}:,
with his branches round him. His high-bofomed fpoufe flretches
her white arms, in dreams, to the returning king, as flie fleeps by
gurgling Moruth, in her difordered locks. It is his ghoft, Oicho-
ma ; the chief is lowly laid. Hearken not to the v/lnds for Tur-
lathon's echoing fliield. — It is pierced, by his ftreams, and its found
is paft away.
Not peaceful is the hand of Foldath : he winds his courfe in
blood, Connal met him in fight ; they mixed their clanging fteel.
— Why fliould mine eyes behold them ! Connal, thy locks are grey.
—Thou wert the friend of flrangers, at the mofs-covered rock of
Dun-lora. When the iliies were rolled together; then thy feafl
was fpread. The ftranger heard the winds without ; and rejoiced
at thy burning oak. — Why, fon of Duth-caron, art thou laid in
blood ! The blafted tree bends above thee : thy (hield lies broken
* By the Jfrengih of jftha, is meant t Tur-lathon, broad trunk ef a tree.
Cathmor. The expreffion is common in Moruth, great Jiream. Oichaoma, mtld
Homer, and other ancient poets. maid. Dun lora, the hill ef thennfyjlrtam.
t The two kings. Duth-caron, dark- brown man.
near.