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112 The BATTLE of LORA:
of mofTy heads : thou feeft them, fon of the rock, but OfTian's eyes
have failed.
A MOUNTAIN-STREAM comes roaring down and fends its wa-
ters round a green hill : four moffy lliones, in the midft of withered
grafs, rear their heads on the top : two trees, which the florms
have bent, fpread their whiftling branches around. This is thy
dwelling, Erragon * -, this thy narrow houfe : the found of thy Ihells
have been long forgot in Sera : and thy fliield is become dark in thy
hall. Erragon, king of fliips ! chief of diftant Sora ! how haft
thou fallen on our mountains -f- ! How is the mighty low !
Son of the fecret cell! doft thou delight in fongs ? Hear the
battle of Lora; the found of its fteel is long fince paft. So thun-
der on the darkened hill roars and is no more. The fun returns
with his filent beams : the glittering rocks, and green heads of the
mountains fmile.
The bay of Cona received our fliips :|;, from Ullin's rolling waves :
our white flieets hung loofe to the marts ; and the boifterous winds
roared behind the groves of Morven. The horn of the king is
founded, and the deer ftart from their rocks. Our arrows flew in
the woods ; the feafl of the hill is fpread. Our joy was great on
our rocks, for the fall of the terrible Swaran.
* Erragon, or Fergthonn, fignifies ihe How are the mighty fallen in ttie iniJfl
rage of I he wov s ; probably a poetical name of the battle ! O Jonathan, thou waft flain
given him by Oflian himfelf ; for he goes in thine high places,
by the name of Annir in traJition. 2 Sam. ii. 25.
f The beaitty of ifraci is fl^iin on thy high % This was at Tingal's return from his
places : how are the mighty fallen ! war againft Swaran.
2 S.^M. ii. 19.
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