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40 F I N G A L, Book III.
But now, ye fons of green-vallyed Erin, retire from Lena's
bloody heath. Colled: the fad remnant of our friends, and join the
fword of Fingal. I heard the found of Lochlin's advancing arms ;
but Calmar will remain and fight. My voice fhall be fuch, my
friends, as if thoufands were behind me. But, fon of Semo, re-
member me. Remember Calmar's lifelefs corfe. After Fingal has
wafted the field, place me by fome ilone of remembrance, that fu-
ture times may hear my fame ; and the mother of Calmar rejoice
over the flone of my renown.
No : fon of Matha, faid CuchuUin, I will never leave thee. My joy
is in the unequal field : and my foul increafes in danger. Connal, and
Carril of other times, carry off" the fad fons of Erin ; and when the
battle is over, fearch for our pale corfes in this narrow way. For near
this oak we fhall fland in the ftream of the battle of thoufands.
O Fithil's fon, with feet of wind, fly over the heath of Lena.
Tell to Fingal that Erin is inthralled, and bid the king of Morven
haflen. O let him come like the fun in a ftorm, when he fliines
on the hills of grafs.
Morning is gray on Cromla; the fons of the fea afcend. Cal-
mar flood forth to meet them in the pride of his kindling foul. But
pale was the face of the warrior ; he leaned on his father's fpear.
That fpear which he brought from Lara's hall, when the foul of
his mother was fad. But flowly now the hero falls like a tree on
the plains of Cona. Dark Cuchullin flands alone like a rock * in a
* > r.irt zrirpn So fomc tall rock o'erhangs the hoary main,
IlAi'tjirof, jMiyxX-n, ■croAii?? ixii i\y\ii By winds aflail'd, by billows beat in vain,
lara, &c, Unmov'd it hears, above, the tempefts blow,
HoiM. II. 15. And fees the watry mountains break below.
Pope.
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