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12 F I N G A L, B.I.
ling above, and dark-brown night on half the hill.
So fierce, To vaft, and ib terrible rufhed on the
fons of Erin. The chief like a whale of ocean,
whom all his billows follow, poured valour forth
as a ftream, rolling his might along the fhore.
The Tons of Lochlin heard the noife as the
found of a v/lnter-ilream. Swaran ftruck his bof-
fy fliielJ, and called the fon of Arno. What mur-
mur roll> along the hill like the gathered fiies of
evening ? The fons of Innis-fail defcend, or ruf-
tling v/inds * roar in the diilant wood. Such is
the noife of Cormal before the white tops of my
waves ari fc. O fon of Arno, afcend the hill and
view the dark face of the heath.
He went, and trembling, fvvift returned. His
eyes rolled v/iidly round. His heart beat high a-
gainft h.is hde. His words were faultering, bro-
ken, llow.
Rise, fon of ocean, rife chief of the dark-
brown jhicids. I fee the dark, the mountain-
frre.im of the battle. The deep-moving ftrength
of tlie ions of Erin. — The car, the car of battle
comes, like the flame of death ; the rapid car of
Cuchulhn, the noble fon of Semo. It bends be-
As torrents roll encreas'd by numerous rills
Wira rage impetuous down die ecchoing hills;
Rufh to [he vales, and poufd along the plain.
Roar thro' a thoufand channels to the main. Pope.
Aut uhi ciecurfu rapitio de montibiis aitis,
Dant fonituni fpumoji amnes, ^ in aquora currunty
^^uifque fuum pobulatus iter. ViRG.
* As when the hollow rocks retain
T he found of bhiftcring wind. Milton.
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