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8 F I N G A L, BookL
Cathbat, replied the hero, fell by the fword of Duchomar at
the oak of the noify ftreams. Duchomar came to Tura's cave, and
fpoke to the lovely Morn a.
MoRNA *, faireft: among women, lovely daughter of Cormac-
cairbar. Why in the circle of flones ; in the cave of the rock alone ?
The ftream murmurs hoarfely. The old tree's groan is in the
wind. The lake is troubled before thee, and dark are the clouds
of the fky. But thou art like fnow on the heath j and thy hair
like the mift of Cromla i when it curls on the rocks, and it fliines
to the beam of the weft. Thy breafts are like two fmooth rocks
feen from Branno of the ftreams. Thy arms like two white pil-
lars in the halls of the mighty Fingal.
From whence, the white-armed maid replied, from whence,
Duchomar the moft gloomy of men ? Dark are thy brows and ter-
rible. Red are thy rolling eyes. Does Swaran appear on the fea ?
What of the foe, Duchomar ?
From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the dark-
brown hinds. Three have I flain with my bended yew. Three
with my long bounding dogs of the chace. Lovely daughter of
Cormac, I love thee as my foul. 1 have llain one ftately deer for
thee. High was his branchy head; and fleet his feet of wind.
Duchomar ! calm the maid replied, I love thee not, thou gloomy
man. Hard is thy heart of rock, and dark thy terrible brow.
But Cathbat, thou fon of Torman f , thou art the love of Morna.
* Muirne or Morna, a woman beloved f Torman, thunder. This is the true ori-
hy all. gin of the Jupiter Taramis of the ancients.
2 Thou

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