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diftant far. We are la the land of Grangers, in the land of car-borne
Cairbar. The winds have deceived us, Dar-thula. Ullin lifts-
here her green hills. — Go towards the north, Althos ; be thy fteps,
Ardan, along the coafi: ; that the foe may not come in darknefs, and
our hopes of Etha fail.-
I WILL go towards that moffy tower, and fee who dwells about
the beam. — Reft, Dar-thula, on the fliore ! reft in peace, thou beam
of light ! the fword of Nathos is around thee, like the lightnin^^
of heaven.
He went. She fat alone, and heard the rolling of the wave.
The big tear is in her eye ; and fhe looked for the car-borne
Nathos. — Her foul trembles at the blaft. And flie turns her ear
towards the tread of his feet. The tread of his feet is not heard.
Where art thou, fon of my love ! The roar of the blaft is around
me. Dark is the cloudy night. But Nathos does not return.
What detains thee, chief of Etha ? — Have the foes met the hero in-
the ftrife of the night ? —
He returned, but his face was dark : he had feen his departed
friend. — It was the wall of Tura, and the ghoft of Cuchullin ftalked
there. The fighing of his breaft was frequent ; and the decayed
flame of his eyes terrible. His fpear was a column of mift : the
ftars looked dim through his form. His voice was like hollow
wind in a cave : and he told the tale of grief. The foul of Nathos
was fad, like the fun * in the day of mift, when his face
is watry and dim-
* Cortditus in nul/cm, medioque refugtrlt — Thro' mifls he fhoots liis fullen beanr:,
orbei ViRG. Frugal of light, in loofe and draggling
ftreams. Dryden.
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