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i6o D A R T - H U L A :
Why art thou fad, O Nathos, faid the lovely daughter of Colla ?
Thou art a pillar of light to Dar-thula : the joy of her eyes is in
Etha's chief. Where is my friend -f-, hut Nathos ? My father
reds in the tomb. Silence dwells on Selama : fadnefs fpreads on
the blue flreams of my land. My friends have fallen, with Cormac.
The mighty were flain in the battle of Ullin.
Evening darkened on the plain. The blue ftreams failed before
mine eyes. The unfrequent blafl: came ruftling in the tops of
Selama's groves. My feat was beneath a tree on the walls of my
fathers. Truthil paft before my foul ; the brother of my love ; he
that was abfent | in battle againft the car-borne Cairbar.
Bending on his fpear, the gray-haired Colla came: his down-
caft face is dark, and forrow dwells in his foul. His fword is on
the fide of the hero : the helmet of his fathers on his head. — The
battle grows in his breaft. He flrives to hide the tear.
Dar-thula, he fighing fiid, thou art the laft of Colla's race.
Truthil is fallen in battle. The king * of Selama is no more.
Cairbar comes, with his thoufands, towards Selama's walls. — Colla
will meet his pride, and revenge his fon. But where fliall I find
thy flifety, Dar-thula with the dark-brown hair ! thou art lovely as
the fun-beam of heaven, and thy friends are low !
f ■ c'u yd^ IT a?.Xri byaltv to Cormac long after the death of
Erai eaATTfc'r,-,, Cuchuliin.
iiSi lAoi'ifl TTXTr.p xz) TTOTvix * It is very common, in Oflian's poetry,
f*-/)T>;p. HoM. vi. 411. '° S'^'^ '^s *'''s of ^'"g to e^ery chief that
t The family of Colla preferved their was remarkable for his valour.
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