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Book II. F I N G A L. 127
A Show'r of Rain the Head of Cromla fhrouds,
The Stars red-tremble through the flying Clouds j:
While on a purling Riv'let's windy Side,
425 Whofe furly Sound a neighb'ring Tree replied,
The Chief of Erin fat, with Colgar\ Son,
And hoary Carr'il^ Bard of Ages gone.
A Paufe enfu'd, and none the Silence broke.
Till with a Sigh, at length Ciithidlin fpoke.
430 Succefs will not that impious Man attend,
Who has in fingle Combat kill'd his Friend !
Thou noble Son of Damman, I can fwear,
That as my very Life, I held thee dear.
Here
and romantic. The extended Heath, by the Sea-Shore ; the Mountain
fliaded with Mift ; the Torrent rufhing through a folitary. Valley ; the
fcattered Oaks ; and the Tombs of Warriors overgrown with Mofs ; all
produce a folenin Attention in the Mind, and prepare it for great and
extraordinary Events.
V. 436.