Ossian Collection > Fingal

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it not ; there refts the noble Garmallon who never Hed from war.
Come, thou renowned in b;ittle, he lays, come to thy father's
tomb. How am I renowned, Garmallon, for my fon has fled
from war ?
King of the ftreamy Balva ! faid Hidallan with a figh, why dofl
thou torment my foul ? Lamor, I never feared. — Fingal was fad for
Comala, and denied his wars to Hidallan ; go to the gray ftreams
of thy land, he faid, and moulder like a leaflefs oak, which the
winds have bent over Balva, never more to grovv'.
And muft I hear, Lamor replied, the lonely tread of Hidallan's
feet ? When thoufands are renowned in battle, fliall he bend over
my gray ftreams ? Spirit of the noble Garmallon ! carry Lamor to
his place ; his eyes are dark ; his foul is fad ; and his fon has loft
his fame.
Where, faid the youth, fliall I fearch for fame to gladden the
foul of Lamor ? From whence (hall I return with renown, that the
found of my arms may be pleafant in his ear ? If I go to the
chace of hinds, my name will not be heard. — Lamor will not feel
my dogs, with his hands, glad at my arrival from the hill. He will
not enquire of his mountains, or of the dark-brown deer of his
defarts.
I MUST fall, faid Lamor, like a leaflefs oak : it grew on a rock,
but the winds have overturned it. My ghoft will be feen on
my hills, mournful for my young Hidallan. Will not ye, ye mifts, as
ye rife, hide him from my fight ? —My fon ! — go to Lamor 's
hall : there the arms ef our fathers hang. — Bring the fword of Gar-
mallon ; — he took it from a foe.
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