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26 F I N G A L, Book II.
Go, Moria, go, faid Lochlin's king, and offer peace to thefe.
Offer the terms we give to kings when nations bow before us.
When the valiant are dead in war, and the virgins weeping on
the fieldw
Great Morla came, the fon of Swart, and ffately ffrode the king
of fliields. He fpoke to Erin's blue-eyed fon, among the leffer
heroes.
Take Swaran's peace, the warrior fpoke, the peace he gives to
kings when the nations bow before him. Leave Ullin's lovely plains
to us, and give thy fpoufe and dog. Thy fpoufe high-bofom'd, heav-
ing fair. Thy dog that overtakes the wind. Give thefe to prove
the weaknefs of thine arm, and live beneatli our power.
Tell Swaran, tell that heart of pride, that Cuchullin never
yields. 1 give him the dark-blue rolling of ocean, or I give his
people graves in Erin. But never fliall a fl ranger have the lovely
fun-beam of Dunfcaich ; or ever deer fly on Lochlin's hills before
the nimble-footed Luiith.
Vain ruler of the car, faid Morla, wilt thou fight the kingj that
king whofe fhips of many groves could carry off thine lile ? So little
is thy green-hilled Ullin to the king of ftormy waves.
In words I yield to many, Morla ; but this fword ihall yield to
none. Erin fhall own the fway of Cormac, while Connal and Cu-
chullin live. O Connal, firft of mighty men, thou haft heard the
words of Morla ; ihall thy thoughts then be of peace, thou breaker
of the fliields ? Spirit of fallen Crugal ! why didft thou threaten us
V/ith death ? Thy narrow houfe fliall receive me in the midft of the
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