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row plain. The bine courfe of the mountain-
ftream is there ; Cairbar ftands on its banks. —
His fpear fupports the king : the red eyes of his
fear are fad. Cormac riles in his foul, with all
his ghailiy wounds. The gray form of the youth
appears in the midll: of darknefs, and the blood
pours from his airy fides. — Cairbar thrice threw
his fpear on eartV. ; and thrice he ftroaked his
beard. His fteps are fhort ; he often ftopt : and
tofled his finev.'y arms. He is hke a cloud in the
defart ; that varies its form to every blaft : the
valleys are fad around, and fear, by turns, the
ihower.
The king, at length, refumed his foul, and
' took his pointed fpear. He turned his eyes towards
Lena *. The fcouts of ocean appear. They ap-
peared with fieps of fear, and often looked behind-
Cairbar knew that the mighty were near, and
called his gloomy chiefs. The founding fteps of
his heroes came. They drew, at once, their
fwords. There Morlath f ilood with darkened
face. Hidalla'sbufhyhair fighs in the wind. Red-
haired Cormar bends on his fpear, and rolls his
fide-long-lcoking eyes. Wild is the look of Mal-
thos from beneath two (baggy brows. — Foldath
ftands like an oozy rock, that covers its dark Cuks
with foam ; his fpear is like Slimora's fir, that
meets the wind of heaven. His fnield is marked
with the flrokes of battle ; and his red eye defpi-
fes danger. Thefe and a thoufand other chiefs
* The fcene defcribed here is nearly that of the epic
jpoem, Fingal. In this neighbourhood alfo the Tdiis oi
Ufnoth were killed.
•f- Mdr-lath, great in the battle. Hidalla', tuiUly
looking hero. Cor-m&v, ex/'ert af/ta. Malrh-OS; yZi-w
/» f/>eaL Foldath generous.
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