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

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Like the murmur of waters, the race of U-thorno came down.
Starno led the battle, and Swaran of ftormy ifles. They looked
forward from iron fliields, like Crutli-loda fiery-eyed, when he
looks from behind the darkened mojn, and ftrews his figns on
night.
The foes met by Turthor's ftream. They heaved like ridgy
waves. Their echoing flrokes are mixed. Shadowy death flies
over the hofts. They were clouds of hail, with fquahy winds in
their fkirts. Their fhowers are roaring together. Below them
fwells the dark-rolling deep.
Strife of gloomy U-thorno, why fliould I mark thy wounds ?
'Thou art with the years that are gone ; thou fadeft on my foul,
Starno brought forward his fkirt of war, and Swaran his own dark
wing. Nor a harmlefs fire is Duth-maruno's fvvord. — Lochlin is
rolled over her ftreams. The wra hful kings are folded in thoughts.
They roll their lilent eyes, over the flight of their land. — The horn
of Fingal was heard ; the fons of woody Albion returned. But
many lay, by Turthor's ftream, filent in their blood.
Chief of Crom-charn, faid the king, Duth-maruno, hunter of
boars ! not harmlefs returns my eagle, from the field of foes. For
this white-bofomed Lanul fliall brighten, at her ftreams ; Can-
dona fliall rejoice, at rocky Crathmo-craulo.
CoLGORM *, replied the chief, was the firfl of my race in Al-
bion ; Colgorm, the rider of ocean, thro' its watry vales. He flew
his
* The family of Duth-maruno, it ap- or, at leaft, from fume of the northern
pears, came originally from Scandinavia, illes, fubje*fi, in chief, to the kings of
Lochlin.