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the fourth his father died. In the narrow plain of
the rock they lie ; and a dim ghoft defends their
tomb. There lovely Moina is often fecn ; when the
fun-beam darts on the rock, and all around is
dark. There fhc is feen, Malvina, but not like the
daughters of the hill. Her robes arc from the
ftranger's land, and flie is ftill alone.
Fin GAL was fad for Carlhon ; he defired his
bards to mark the day, when fhadowy autumn re-
turned. And often did they mark the day and fmg
the hero's praife. Who comes fo dark from ocean'i
roar, like autumn's fhadowy cloud ? Death is
trembhng in his hand ! his eyes are flames of fire!
— Who roars along dark Lora's heath ? Who but
Carthon, king of fwords ? The people fall ! fee !
how he rtrides, like the fullen ghofl of Morven !
■ — But there he lies a goodly oak, which fuddeii
blafts o'erturned ! When fhalt thou rife, Balclu-
tha's joy ! lovely car-borne Carthon ? Who comes
fo dark from ocean's roar, like autumn's Ihadowy
cloud ?
Such were the words of the bards, in the day
of their mourning : I have accompanied their
voice ; and added to their n")ng. My foul has
been mournful for Carthon ; he fell in the days of
his valour: and thou, O Clefsammor ! where is
thy d^velllng in the air ? — Has the youth forgot
his wound ? and Hies he, on the clouds, with thee ?
—I feel the hm, O Malvina, leave me to my reft.
Perhaps they may come to my dreams ; I think I
hear a feeble voice. — The beam of heaven delights
to fliine on the grave of Carthon : I feel it w arm
around.
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