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S F I N G A L. Book L
Cathbat, replied the liero, fell by the fword of Duchomar at
tlie oak of the noify ftreanis. Duchomar came to Tiira's cave, and
fpoke to the lovely Morna.
MoRNA *, fairefl among women, lovely daughter of Cormac-
cairbar. ' Why in the circle of ftones ; in the cave of the rock alone ?
The ftreani murmurs hoarfely. The old tree's groan is in the
wind. The lake is troubled before thee, and dark are the clouds
of the flcy. But thou art like fnow on the heath ; and thy hair
like the milt of Cromla ; when it curls on the rocks, and it Ihines
to the beam of the weft. Thy breafts are like two fmooth rocks
feen from Branno of the ftreams. Thy arms like two white pil-
lars in the halls of the mighty Fingal.
From whence, the w'hite-armed maid replied, from whence,
Duchomar the moft gloomy of men P Dark are thy brows and ter-
rible. Red are thy rolling eyes. Does Swaran appear on the fea ?
What of the foe, Duchomar ?
From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the dark-
brown hinds. Three have I llain with my bended yew. Three
with my long bounding dogs of the chace. Lovely daughter of
Cormac, I love thee as my foul. 1 have flain one ftately deer for
thee. High was his branchy hea^i.; and fleet his feet of wind.
Duchomar! calm the maid replied, I love thee not, thou gloomy
man. Hard is thy heart of rock, and dark thy terrible brow.
But Cathbat, thou fon of Torman -f , thou art the love of Morna.
* Muirne or Morna, a woman bdovid f Torman, thunder. This is the true ori-
hy all. giivof the Jupiter Taramis of the ancients.
2 Thou