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T E M O R A:
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EPIC POEM,
BOOK V.
THOU dweller between the Ihields, that
hang, on high. In Offian's hall! De-
fcend from thy place, O harp, and let me hear
thy voice ! Son of Alpin, ftrike the ftring. Thou
mull: awake the foul of the bard. The murmur
of Lora's * ftream has rolled the tale away. I
i^and in the cloud of years. Few are its open-
ings toward the paft j and when the vilion comes,
it is but dim and. dark. 1 hear thee, harp of
Selma ! my foul returns, like a breeze, which
the fun brings back to the vale, where dwelt the
lazy mift !
* Lora Is often mentioned ; it was a fmall and rapid ftream
in the neighbourhood of 6elma. There is no veflige of this
name now remaining; though it appears from a very old fong,
which the tranflator has feen, that one of the fmall rivers on
the north-weft coaft was called Lora fome centuries ago.
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