Ossian Collection > Fingal

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CONNAL.
Bring me thy father's fliield ; the boffy, iron fhield of Rlnval ;
that fliield hke the full moon when it moves darkened through
heaven.
Crimora.
That fliield I bring, O Connal ; but it did not defend my father.
By the Ipear of Gormar he fell. Thou may'fl fall, O Connal !
Connal.
Fall indeed I rway : But raife my tomb, Crimora. Gray flones,
a mound of earth, fliall keep my memor}-. Bend thy red eye over
my tomb, and beat thy mournful heaving breaft. Though fair thou
art, my love, as the light j more pleafant than the gale of the hill ;
yet I will not itay. Raife my tomb, Crimora.
Crimora.
Then give me thofe arms of light; that fword, and that fpear
of fteel. I fliall meet Dargo with thee, and aid my lovely Connal.
Farewel, ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer ! and ye flreams of the hill !
—We fliall return no more. Our tombs are diflant far.
And did they return no more ? laid Utha's burfling figh. Fell
the mighty in battle, and did Crimora live ? — Her fteps were
lonely, and her foul was fad for Connal. Was he not young and
lovely; like the beam of the fetting- fwn ? Ullin faw the virgin's
tear, and took the foftlv-trembling harp : the fong was lovely, but
fad, and filence was in Carric-thura.
Autumn is dark on the mountains; gray mifl refts on the hills.
The whirlwind is heard on the heath. Dark rolls the river through
the