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^6 FINGAL. [BooKf^.
* As hangs a clone], but to assailing winds
* Varies in shape, he stood upon the hill ;
* And, as a warlike signal, roH'd a stone. 300
* Ullin, the Ibe, the hero heard with joy
* At Cairbar's hail; and took his father's spear.
' Wh.ilst l)y his side he plac'd the polish'd sword,
* A bright'ning smile o'erspread his swarthy cheek.
* Holding a dagger bright, he whistling went, 305
' The hill ascending, like a wreath of mist,
* The iair Gelchossa saw the silent chief.
* In floods of silent tears for Lamderg's fate
* Her white and heaving breast she often smote.*
" Cairbar, thou hoary chief of sounding shells ;" 310
* The maid offender hand then loudlv cry'd."
" On Cromla's hills I must exert my bow,
" For there the dark-brown, branchy hinds I see."
* So saying, straightway, she ascends the hill:
* But vain the scheme ! — the gloomy heroes fought J 315
' How wrathful heroes in fierce combat meet,
* To Morven's king 'twere vain in me to say.
' Fierce Ullin fell. Young Lamderg pallid came
' To his lov'd maid, rcnown'd Tuathal's fair.'
*' What blood, my love," * the soft-hair'd woman said,' 320
" What blood runs down my noble warrior's side r"
" O thou more fair than snoM- on Cromla's plains,
" 'Tis Ullin's blood !" ' the valiant chief reply'd.'
* A little here, Gelchossa, let me rest ;" —
* But soon the mightly Lamderg breathless lay!* 325
" And slcepest thou, O shady Cromla's chief,
" On earth so soon?" reply'd the white arm'd maid.