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CARRIC-THURA:
CONNAL.
Bring me thy father's fliield ; the boHy, iron fliield of Rlnval •
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heaven.
that fliield hke the full moon when it moves darkened throueh
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Crimora.
That fliield I bring, O Connal -, but it did not defend mv father.
By the fpear of Gormar he fell. Thou may'fi; fall, O Connal !
CoNNAL.
Fall indeed I may : But raife my tomb, Crimora. Gray flones,
a mound of earth, fliall keep my memory. Bend thy red eye over
my tomb, and beat thy mournful heaving breaft. Though fair thou
art, my love, as the light ; more plealant than the gale of the hill ;
yet I will not itay. Raife my tomb, Crimora.
Crimora.
Then give me thofe arms of light; that fword, and that fpear
of fteel. I fliall meet Dargo with thee, and aid my lovely Connal.
Farewel, ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer ! and ye ftreams of the hill !
— We fliall return no more. Our tombs are difliant far.
And did they return no more? faid Utha's burfling figh. Fell
the mighty in battle, and did Crimora live ? — Her fteps were
lonely, and her foul was fid for Connal. Was he not young and
lovely ; like the beam of the fetting fan ? Ullin faw the virgin's
tear, and took the foftly-trembling harp : the fong was lovely, but
fad, and filence was in Carric-thura.
Autumn is dark on the mountains; gray fnifl: reflis on the hills.
The whirlwind is heard on the heath. Dark rolls the river through
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