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A DRAMATIC POEM. 43
HlDALLAN.
Ceafed the voice of the huntrefs of Ard-
ven ? Why did I trouble the foul of the maid ?
When fhall I fee thee, with joy, in the chafe
of the dark-brown hinds ?
Fingal.
Youth of the gloomy brow ! no more
fhalt thou feaft in my halls. Thou fhalt not
purfue my chafe, my foes fhall not fall by thy
iword *. Lead me to the place of her reft,
that I may behold her beauty. Pale fhe lies at
the rock, the cold winds lift her hair. Her
bow- firing founds in the blaft, her arrow was
broken in her fall. Raife the praife of the
daughter of Sarno ! give her name to the
winds of heaven.
Bards.
See ! meteors gleam around the maid !
See ! moon- beams lift her foul ! Around her,
from their clouds, bend the awful faces of her
fathers ; Sarno j~ of the gloomy brow ! the
red-rolling eyes of Fidallan ! When fhall thy
white hand arife ? When fhall thy voice be
heard on our rocks ? The maids (hall feek thee
* The fequel of the ftory of Hidallan is introduced in
another poem.
f S:irno the father of Comala died foon after the
flight of his daughter. Fidallan was the firft king that
reigned in Iniftore,
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