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227 C A T H - L O D A.
They mix'd. The shield of Starno, cleft in twain,
In pieces fell. He to an oak is bound. —
The early beam arose. — On Gormal's king
Fingal then look'd. Awhile his silent eyes
About he roll'd. He thought of other days 14-5
When, like the graceful music of the song,
White-bosom'd Agandecca sweetly mov'd:
And from his captive hand the thong she loos'd
* OsonofAnnir, hence retire,' he said,
* A beam once set, back on my mem'ry comes 15(^
* Thy daughter of white-breasts 1 bear in mind ;
* Away, O dreadful king ! From hence retire I
' Go to thy troubled dwelling, cloudy foe
* Of all the lovely! Hence away retire!
* Let the wise stranger thee with caution shun, 155
* Thou gloomy in the hall !' — An ancient tale !
END OF CATH-LODA,

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