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66 F I N G A L, Book V.
The fons of the feeble will find his bow at home, but will not be
able to bend it. His faithful dogs howl on his hills, and his boars,
which he ufed to purfue, rejoice. Fallen is the arm of battle ; the
mighty among the valiant is low !
Exalt the voice, and blow the horn, ye fons of the king of
Morven : let us go back to Swaran, and fend the night away on
fong. Fillan, Ofcar, and Ryno, fly over the heath of Lena. Where,
Ryno, art thou, young fon of fame ? Thou art not wont to be the
laft to anfwer thy father.
Ryno, faid Ullin firfi: of bards. Is with the awful forms of his
fathers. With Trathal king of Shields, and Trenmor of the mighty
deeds. The youth is low, — the youth is pale, — he lies on Le-
na's heath.
And fell the fwifteft in the race, faid the king, the firfl: to bend
the bow ? Thou fcarce haft been known to me ; Avhy did young
Ryno fall ? But fleep thou foftly on Lena, Fingal fliall foon behold
thee. Soon fliall my voice be heard no more, and my footfteps ceafe
to be feen. The bards will tell of Fingal's name ; the ftones will talk
of me. But, Ryno, thou art low indeed, thou haft not received
thy fame. Ullin, ftrike the harp for Ryno; tell what the chief
would have been. Farewel, thou firft in every field. No more
(hall I diredl thy dart. Thou that haft been fo fair ; I behold thee
not — Farewel.
The tear is on the cheek of the king, for terrible was his fon in
war. His fon ! that was like a beam of fire by night on the hill ;
when the forefts fink down in its courfe, and the traveller trembles
at the found.
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