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Book VI.] F I N G A L. 95
' By (lii\in<]; from my ear the din of arms :
' And also, that the heart of Lochlin's king
* May brighten, let a hundred harps be neir: 45
* For, but with joy must he from us depart : —
* None ever from Fingal departed sad.
* Against the stubborn warrior does my sword
' Like lightning, O.-car, blaze ; but near my side
* When foes submissive yield, it peaceful lies.' 50
Then thu3 began the mouth of sweetest song:
* In days of other years great Trenmor liv'd : —
* Companion of the storm, o'er northern waves
' He dauntless bounded: and thro' shady mist
' The cliffs of Lochlin's land and murm'ring groves 5S
* Straight to the valiant hero plain appear'd :
* And his white-bosom'd sails in haste he bound,
* The dreadful boar, that roar'd in Gormal's woods,
* From whose tremendous roarings thousands fled,
' Trenmor pursu'd ; and by his spear it fell. 60
' Three chiefs, spectators of the matchless deed,
* The mighty stranger's fame around proclaim'd :
* In arms of valour radiant shone the chief :
* And like a beam of fire,' they said, * he stood.
* The king of Lochlin, straight, prepar'd the feast 65
' And bid the blooming Trenmor there attend.
* Three festive days at Gormal's windy tow'rs
* He spent, and in the combat got his choice.
* No hero could the land of Lochlin boast,
' That yielded not to Trenmor's sturdy arm. 70
' In praise of Morvcn's king, the first of men,
* That bounding o'er the billowing ocean came,
* With festive songs the shell of joy went round.