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22 F I N G A L, Book II.
My hero faw in his reft a dark-red ftream of fire coming down
from the hill. Crugal fat upon die beam, a chief that lately fell. He
fell by the hand of Swaran, flriving in the battle of heroes. His
face is like the beam of the fetting moon ; his robes are of the clouds
of the hill : his eyes are like two decaying flames. Dark is the
wound of his bread.
Crugal, faid the mighty Connal, fon of Dedgal famed on the
hill of deer. Why fo pale and fad, thou breaker of the (hields ?
Thou haft never been pale for fear. What difturbs the fon of
the hill ?
Dim, and in tears, he ftood and ftretched his pale hand over the
hero. Faintly he raifed his feeble voice, like the gale of the
reedy Lego^
My ghoft, O Connal, is on my native hills ; but my corfe is on the
fands of Ullin. Thou fhalt never talk with Crugal, or find his lone
HehnUji quails erat! quan'.ummutatui ab illo Swoln were his feet, as when the thongs
Heifore, qui reiiit exuviis indutus Achtlli, were thruft
Vel DanaumPhygiosjaculatuspKppihus ignis; Through the bor'd holes, his body black
SquaU'.ttmbarlami^ concretosfanguine crinis with duft.
Vulneraque ilia gerens qua circum plurima Unlike that Heflor, who return'd from toils
muros Of war triumphant, in ^acian fpoils ;
Jdc pit patrios. ^n. lib. 2. Or him, who made the fainting Greeks
retire.
When Hector's ghoft before my fight And launch'd againft their navy Phrygian
appears : fire.
A bloody (hrowd he feem'd, and bath'd His hair and beard ftood ftifFen'd with his
in tears. gore ;
Such as he was, when, by Pelides flain. And all the wounds he for his country bore.
Theflaliancourfersdrag'dhimo'er the plain. Dryden.
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