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i84 T E M O R A :
their clouds, to receive their gray-hair'd fon. But, Trenmor ! be-
fore I go hence, one beam of my fame {hall rife : fo lliall my days
end, as my years begun, in fame : my life fliall be one ftream of
light to other times.
Ullin rais'd his white fails : the wind of the fouth came forth.
He bounded on the waves towards Selma's walls. — I remained in
my grief, but my words were not heard. The feaft is fpread on
Lena : an hundred heroes reared the tomb of Cairbar : but no fong
is raifed over the chiefj for his foul had been dark and bloody. We
remembered the fall of Cormac ! and what could we fay in Cair-
bar's praife ?
The night came rolling down. The light of an hundred oaks
arofe. Fingal fat beneath a tree. The chief of Etha fat near the
king, the gray-hair'd flrength of Ufnoth.
Old Althan * ftood in the midfl, and told the tale of fallen
Cormac. Althan the fon of Conachar, the friend of car-borne
Cuchullin : he dwelt with Cormac in windy Temora, when Semo's
fon fought with generous Torlath. — The tale of Althan was mourn-
ful, and the tear was in his eye,
•f- The fetting fun was yellow on Dora J. Gray evening began
to defcend. Temora's woods fhook with the blaft of the unconftant
wind. A cloud, at length, gathered in the weft, and a red ftar
* Althan, the fon of Conachar, was the related, as here, the death of his mailer
.chief bard of Aith king of Ireland. After Cormac.
the death of Arth, Aldian attended his fon f Althan fpeaks.
Cormac, and was prefcnt at his death. — He J Doira, the woody fide cf a mountain;
had made his efcape from Cairhar, by the it is here a hill in the neighbourhood of
means of Cathmor, and co .;■ :g toP^ingal, Temora.
looked

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