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Book I.] FINGAL. ?7
* She sung of feats by valiant Grudar done,
* "With love of wliom her seci'et bosom glow'd.
* She mourn'd his danger in the field of blood ;— 505
* But still she cherish'd hopes of his return.
* From her rich robe her bosom white appears ;
* So siiines the moon thro' silver clouds of night,
' Her voice, to raise tlie plaintive song of grief,
' Excell'd the softest warblings of the lyre. 570
* On Grudar still she fix'd her anxious soul : —
' His were the secret glances of her eye,
" When wilt thou come, thou mighty in the war,
** In armour deck'd ?" she mournfully complain'd.
* Amidst her lamentations Cairbnr came' — 575
" Take, Brassolis," said he, " this shield of blood.
" In some conspicuous place within my hall
" Suspend the bloody armour of my foe."
* Her tender heart beat high against her side,
* And, with distraction pale, away she flew. 580
* Her fav'rite youth she found in all his blood .'
* On Cromla's heath, and there the fair one dy'd .'
* Here rests their dust, Cuchullin ; and to meet
* Each other in a more exalted state,
* This pair of yews, sprung from their lonely tombs, 585
* Anxious incline. Tiie envy of the plain
* Were Brassolis, and Grudar of the hill,
* Their names immortal in the tuneful lay,
* To gratify the hero, shall remain.'
The bl ue-ey'd son of Erin then reply 'd : S90'
* Melodious, CarrLl, .sounds thy charming voice,
* And pleasant are the words of other times !