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Book V.] F I N G A L. 89
Too far remote to sooth this hero's grief,
Art thou Bragel.i! Yet within his soul
Slied t!]y bright form, that his wild, scattcr'd thoughts 39o
To Dunscaich's lonely sunbeam may return.
But, who approaches, with the locks of age? —
'Tis Carri! of other times ! Hail, son of song !
Melodious as the harp in Tura's halls
Sounds thy sweet voice. Thy honej^ed, flowing words 400
Descend, like show'rs upon the sultry glebe.
Carril of times of old, why thus approach ?
Why thus remov^e from gen'rous Semo's son ?
* O Ossian, king of swords,' reply'd the bard,
* The tuneful voice of song thou best canst raise. 405
« To Carril long, O ruler of the fight,
' Hast thou been known. Oft' have I swept the lyre
* To lovely Everallin, charming fair !
' In gen'rous Branno's hall of sounding shells
* My voice oft' hast thou in sweet concert join'd. 410
' And often Everallin's mildest notes,
' Amidst our voices, were with transport heard.
* Of Cormac's fall (the youth who for her died)
* In sweetest strains, one day, she softly sung.
* The pearly tears upon her cheek I saw : 415
* Nor couldest thou, the chief of men, but weep.
' Tho' him she lov'd not, still her secret soul
* Was touch'd with pity for the hapless youth.
* How fair, amongst a thousand beauteous maids,
* Unrivall'd reign'd the gen'rous Branno's fair ." 42v^
* Bring not, O Carril:' — I to him reply'd:
* Bring not her mem'ry to my sinking mind.
If I upon her think — my soul must melt,
And tears indulgent ease my brimful eyes !
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