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ts mr removed; he is In the field of graves. Strangers ! fons of
the waves ! fpare my lovely Shilric.
Shilric.
If fall I muft in the field, raife high my grave, Vinvela. Gray
flones and heaped-up earth, fliall mark me to future times. When
the hunter fliall fit by the mound, and produce his food at noon,
" Some warrior refis here," he will fay ; and my fame fliall live in
his praife. Remember me, Vinvela, when low on earth I lie !
Vinvela.
Yes ! — I will remember thee — Indeed my Shilric will fall. What
fliall I do, my love ! when thou art gone for ever ? Through thefe
hills I will go at noon : I will go through the filent heath. There
I will fee the place of thy reft, returning from the chace. Indeed,
my Shilric will fall j but I will remember him.
And I remember the chief, faid the king of woody Morven; he
confumed the battle in his rage. But now my eyes behold him not.
I met him, one day, on the hill ; his cheek was pale i his brow
was dark. The figh was frequent in his breafl : his fteps were to-
wards the defart. But now he is not in the crowd of my chiefs,
when the founds of my fhields arife. Dwells he in the narrow
houfe *", the chief of high Carmora -f ?
Cronnan ! faid Ullin of other times, raife the fong of Shilric;
when he returned to his hills, and Vinvela was no more. He leaned
on her gray mofTy flone ; he thought Vinvela lived. He faw her
fair-moving J on the plain : but the bright form lafled not : the
* The grave. was, that the former appeared fometimes in
)V . f Carn-mor, high rocky hill. the day-time in lonely unfrequented places,
X The diftin£lion, which the ancient but the latter never but by night, and in a
Scots made between good and bad fpirits, difmal gloomy fcene.
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