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Book II. F I N G A L, 133
480 The fair-hair'd Youth this Anfwer always made,
To fight CuthulUn you in vain perfuade ; .
The Son of Semo is my Bofom Friend,
And fliall I with the Man I love contend ?
No Meafure then the furious Woman kept ;
485 She three fucceflive Days before him wept,
Till, on the fourth revolving Sun's Return,
The Youth confenting bid her ceafe to mourn.
And rifing faid : Relentlefs Heart of Pride,
By Murder only to be fatisfied !
490 At your Command to fight my Friend I go.
But wiOi his righteous Hand may lay me low.
For, fhould I perpetrate thy wicked Will,
I never after muft afcend the Hill,
Without reflecting on CuthulUn^ Death,
495 When I his Tomb behold upon the Heath.
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