Ossian Collection > Temora, an ancient epic poem, in eight books

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T E M
R A
A N
EPIC
POEM.
BOOK FOURTH.
lENEATH an oak, faid the king, I fat on Selma's ftreamy
rock, when Connal rofe, frona the fea, with the broken,
fpear of Duth-caron. Far-diftant flood the youth, and turned away
his eyes ; for he remembered the fteps of his father, on his own
green hills. I darkened in my place : dufky thoughts rolled over
my foul. The kings of Erin rofe before me. I half-unflieathed
my fword. — Slowly approached the chiefs ; they lifted up their filent
eyes. Like a ridge of clouds, they wait for the burfting forth of
my voice : it was, to them, a wind from heaven to roll the mift
away.
* This epifode has an immediate con- threatened Cormac king of Ireland induces
neflion with the ftory of Connal and Dmh- him to fail immediately to that ifland. —
caron, in the latter end of the third book. The ftory is introduced, by the king, as a
Fingal, fitting beneath an oak, near the pattern for the future behaviour of Fillan,
palace of Selma, difcovers Connal juft land- whofe rafhnefs in the preceding battle is
ing from Ireland, The danger which reprimanded.
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