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64 FINGAL.
Thou dj'st; nor rest thj ghost shall find,
When wasted ages cease to flow,
The flames that darken, and the wind
And clouds that burn, with pain and woe
Shall wrap thee round, and still the sting
Of fiercely added torment bring.'
He said. Gelchossa and her sire
To separate stakes are firmly bound ;
The faggots for the deathly fire
Pile upon pile rise dark around.
Rapid and fierce ascend the flames ;
The distant multitude proclaims,
In shoutings loud, — ' thus, thus, on all
Who incense the gods let vengeance fall.'
" Now while involv'd from ev'ry eye.
By smoke and fire, while death seems nigh
Wond'rous to tell, the ground beneath
Sinks with the death-devote ; they breathe