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io6 F I N G A L. Book II.
Ye Sons of Ullin ! let your Arrows fly,
And hizzing Jav'lins intercept the Sky :
Then wrapt in Darknefs, furious rufii to Fight,
Dire as the howling Ghofts of ftormy Night,
240 That midft the Roaring of the Winds defcend.
And in their Rage the crafhing Forefts rend.
As Mifts, that blown before the northern Blaft,
Fill all the Valley, and the Sun o'ercaft,
When fudden Storms invade the Calm ferene ;
245 So dark, and inftant, deluging the Plain,
The Gloom of Battle dreadful roll'd along,
Rank behind Rank indiiTolubly ftrong.
The
V. 242. Ai Mifts, tff.] Milton has a beautiful Comparifon of this
Nature.
As Evening Mid
Ris'n from a River o'er the Marifli glides.
And gathers round fall at the Lab'rer's Heel
Homeward returning.
V. 257.