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F I N G A L,
AN ANCIENT
EPIC P O E
BOOK VI*.
THE clouds of night came rolling down and refl on Cromla'i.
dark-brown fteep. The ftars of the north arife over the rol-
ling of the waves of Ullin ; they fliew their heads of fire through
the flying milt of heaven. A diftant wind roars in the wood; but
filent and dark is the plain of death.
Still on the darkening Lena arofe in my ears the tuneful voice
of Carril. He fung of the companions of our youth, and the days
of former years ; when we met on the banks of Lego, and fent
round the joy of the fhcll. Cromla, with its cloudy fteeps, anfwered
to his voice. The ghofts of thofe he fung came in their ruftling
blafts. They were feen to bend with joy towards tlie found of
their praife.
* I'his book opcnj with the fourth up in the poem. The fcene lies in the
night, and ends on the morning of the heath of Lena, and the tp.ountain Crcmla
fixth day. The time of five day:^ five on the coaft of Ulflcr.
nvehtSj and a part of the fixth day is taken
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