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C R I M O R A.
That Ihield I bring, O Connal; but
it did not defend my father. By the
fpear of Gauror he fell. Thou mayft
fall, O Connal !
Connal.
Fall indeed I may : But raile my
tomb, Crimora. Some ftones, a mound
of earth, fhall keep my memory.
Though fair thou art, my love, as the
light ; more pleafant than the gale of
the hill ; yet I will not ftay. Raife my
tomb, Crimora.
Crimora.
Then give me thofe arms of light ;
that fword, and that fpear of fteel. I
fhall meet Dargowith thee, and aid my
lovely
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