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350 THE POEMS 01 OSSIAN.
to lift the arms of his fathers ! Come, O ye
ghosts of the lonely Cromla ! ye souls of chiefs
that are no more ! be near the steps of Cuthul-
lin ; talk to him in the cave of his grief. Never
more shall I be renowned among the mighty in
the land. I am a beam that has shone ; a mist
that has fled away : when the blast of the morn-
ing came, and brightened the shaggy side of the
hill. Connal, talk of arms no more i departed
is my fame. My sighs ! shall be on Cromla's
wind, till my footsteps cease to be seen. And
thou, white-bosomed Bragela, mourn over the
fall of my fame : vanquished, I will never return
to thee, thou sun-beam of my soul !'
BOOK V.
ARGUMENT.
Cuthullin and Connal still remain on the hill, Fingal and
Swaran meet : the combat is described. Swaran is over-
come, hound, and delivered over as a prisoner to the
careof Ossian, and Gaul the son of Morni; Fingal, his
younger sons, and Oscar, still pursue the enemy. The
episode of Orla, a chief of Lochlin, who was mortally
wounded in the battle, is introduced. Fingal, touched
with the death of Orla, orders the pursuit to be discon-
tinued ; and calling his sons together, he is informed that
Ryno, the youngest of them, was slain. He laments his
death, hears the story of Laniderg and Gelchossa, and re-
turns towards the place where he had left Swaran. Car-
ril, who had been sent by t'uthuUin, to congratulate Fin-
gal on his victory, comes in the meantime to Ossian. The
conversation of the two poets closes the action of the
fourth day.
On Cromla's resounding side Connal spoke to
the chief of the noble car. Why that gloom,
son of Semo ? Our friends are the mighty in
fight. Renowned art thou, O warrior! many
were the deaths of thy steel. Often has Bra-
gela met, with blue rolling eyes of joy : often
has she met her hero returning in the midst of