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50 F I N G : A L, Book I\^
Everallin with the dark-brown hair, the whitc-bofomed loveof Cor-
mac. A thouland heroes fought the maid, flie denied her love to a
thoufand ; the fons of the fword were dcfpifed -, for graceful in ber-
eyes was OfTian.
I WENT in fuit of the maid to Lego's fable furge ; twelve of mv
people were there, the fens of the ftreamy Morven. We came to
Branno friend of Grangers : Branno of the founding maU. From-
whence, he faid, are the arms of fteel ? Not eafy to win is the maid
that has denied the blue-eyed fons of Erin. But bleft be thou, O
fon of Fingal, happy is the maid that waits thee. Tho' twelve
daughters of beauty were mine, thine were the choice, thou fon of
fame !- Then he opened the hall of the maid, the dark-haired
Everallin. Joy kindled in our breafbs of fteel and blell: the maid
of Branno.
Above us on the hill appeared the people of {lately Cormac.
Eight were the heroes of the chief j and the heath flamed with their
arms. There CoUa, Durra of the wounds, there mighty Tofcar.
and Tago, there Freftal the victorious flood ; Dairo of the happy
deeds, and Dala the battle's bulwark in the narrow way. The
fword flamed in the hand of Cormac, and graceful was the look of
the hero.
Eight were the heroes of OfTian ; Ullin ftormy fon of war j
.Mullo of the generous deeds; the noble, the graceful Scelacha;.
Oglan, and Cerdal the wrathful, and Dumariccan's brows of death.
And why Ihould Ogar be the laft ; fo wide renowned on the hills
of Ardven ?
Ogar met Dala the ftrong, face to face, on the field of heroes.
The battle of the chiefs was like the wind on ocean's foamy waves.
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