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yii F I N G A L, Book V.
Who comes with the locks of age ? It is the fon of the fongs. Hail,
Carril of other times, thy voice is like the harp in the halis of Tura-
Thy words are pleafant as the fliower that falls on the fields of the
fun. Carril of the times of old, why comefl thou from the fon of
the generous Semo ?
OssiAN king of fwords, replied the bard, thou beft raifefl: the fong.
Long halt thou been known to Carril, thou ruler of battles. Often
have I touched the harp to lovely Evirallin. Thou too hafl often
accompanied my voice in Braiino's hall of generous fliells. And
often, amidft our voices, was heard the mildelt Evirallin. One day
fhe fung of Cormac's fall, the youth that died for her love. I faw
the tears on her cheek, and on thine, thou chief of men. Her foul
was touched for the unhappy, though flie loved him not. How fair
among a thoufand maids was the daughter of the generous Branno !
Bring not, Carril, I replied, bring not her memory to my mind.
My foul muft melt at the remembrance. IVIy eyes muft have their
tears. Pale in the earth is (he the foftly-blufhing fair of my love.
But fit thou on the heath, O Bard, and let us hear thy voice. It
is pleafant as the gale of fpring that lighs on the hunter's ear ; when
he wakens from dreams of joy, and has heard the mufic of the fpi-
rits * of the hill.
* Others more mild What could it lefs when fpirits immortal
Hetreated in a filent valley, fmg fmg ?
With notes angelical. Sufpended hell, and took with ravlfliment
The harmony, The thronging audience. Milton.
F 1 N G A L,