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Book II.] T E M O R A. 107
Lcan'd the fair strani^er of Inis-Iuin;v's plains,
That beam of light, from Lumon of the roes 235
With wand'ring locks in graceful beauty come,
Kchcarsant of the deeds of days long past,
Far 'rose the voice of Fonar ; whilst the song
In Lubar's growing roar, at times, is lost.
* At Atha's mossy stream,' begun the bard, 2iO
* First Crothar dwelt ; and, from the mountains brought,
' A tiiousand oaks his echoing hall compos 'd.
* There 'round the blue-ey'd chieftain's royal feast
* The people gather'd, faithful to his cause,
* Bat, who amongst his num'rous chiefs could peer 2i>^i
* With stately Crothar ? In his presence 'rose
' Warriors of fire : and for him burst profound
* The virgin-sigh from heaving breasts, till then
* Strangers to love. — The first of Bolga's race
* The warrior was in green AInecma own'd, 250
* In Ullin, on Drurnardo's moss-grown top,
* The chace he practis'd. — From the wood of groves
* Conlama's eye (brave Cathmin's daughter fair I)
* Blue-rolling look'd ; and with the secret sigh
* High rose her breast. Amidst lier wand'ring Jocks 255
* Her beauteous head she bent. With lucid rays
* In look'd the full-orb'd moon, at night, and saw
* Her arms white-tossing; for, amidst her dreyms,
* The mighty Crothar still her thoughts engag'd.
' Three festive days with Cathmin Crothar spent, 26Q
* And on the fourth the bounding hinds they wak'J,
' With all hci lovely steps Coplama mov'd
* Bright to the chase. — She in the narrow path
' Met Crotha; when, at once, from her fair hand
* Down fell the bow. — Half-hid beneath her locks 2G.5