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lyS F I N G A L. Book III.
But fave the Relicks of the vanquifli'd Bands,
To jom the King of Morven when he lands.
I heard the clafhing Arms of Lochlm\ Pow'rs !
They were this Way advancing from the Shores.
230 Confult your Safety, while I iingly wait
The Foe's Approach, and cover your Retreat ;
My Voice fhall thunder through the Shades of Night,
As if an Army boldly flood the Fight.
But, Semo\ Son ! when Calmar is a Ghofl:,
235 Inter his lifelefs Body on the Coaft ;
And when Fingal has Swaran overcome,
Ered upon the Heath his verdant Tomb,
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was mortally hated by the Fir-holg. So much fo, that Borbar-Buthul, the
Father of the famous Cathmor, feafted three Days, when informed of his
Death ; and when the Spear was brought to him, with which, it was pre-
tended, Calmar had been killed, he took a favage SatisfacStion in feeling it
often with his Hand -, for the old Man's Eye-Sight had failed. This inde-
cent Joy for the Death of a Foe, however fhocking to the Humanity of
our Times, is well fuited with that Spirit of Revenge, which fubfifted
univerfally in every Country where the feudal Syftem was eftablifhed.
y. 240.

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