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120 The BATTLE of LORA:
ragon * ; this thy narrow houfe : the found of
thy (hells have been 16ng forgot in Sora : and thy
fhield is become dark in thy hall. — Erragon, king
of Oiips ! chief ofdiftant Sora! how haft thou
fallen on our mountains f ! How is the mighty
low 1
Son of the fecret cell! doft thou delight in
fongs ? Hear the battle of Lora ; the found of its
fleel is long fince paft. So thunder on the dark-
ened hill roars and is no more. The fun returns
with his filent beams : the glittering rocks, and
green heads of the mountains fniilc.
The bay of Cona received our diipst, from
Ullln's rolling waves: our white fheets hung loofe
to the mails : and the boifterous winds roared be-
hind tJie groves of Morven. — The horn of the
king is founded, and the deer ftart from their
rocks. Our arrows flew in the woods ; the ftall:
of the hill is fpread. Our joy was great on our
rocks, for the fall of the terrible Swaran.
Two heroes were forgot at our feafl ; and tine
rage of their bofoms burned. They rolled their
red eyes in fecret : the figh burfts from their brcafls.
* Erragon, or Ferg-thonn, fignines ibe rage of the
^vnrues i probably a poetical name given him by Olfian
himfelf J for he goes by the name of Annir in tr?.dinon.
"f- The beauty of Ilrael is flain on thy high places : how
»rc the mighty fallen ' 2 Sam. ii. 19.
How are the mighty fallen in the midil of the battle I
O Jonathan, thou wail fiain in thine high phces.
2 Sam- 2-25.
X This was at Flngal's return from his war againfl
Swaran.
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