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194 F I N G A L. Book III.
The King of Morven calls thee to the Feaft,
His Banquet fhare, and pafs the Day in Reft.
As foon as Morning has renew'd the I^ight,
380 Then fhine in Arms, and break the Shields in Fight.
To him the brutal Tyrant in a Rage —
The People fhall without Delay engage ;
The Tafte of Food my Palate fhall not know,
Till pale on Earth your hateful King lies low ;
385 Then will my Feaft be fpread upon the Field,
But now I break in War the echoing Shield.
Fingal, when told the Monarch of the Tide
Difdain'd his Offer, with a Smile replied.
Let the Barbarian then abftain from Food,
390 Till he has fatisfied his Thirft for Blood.
Come on, my Sons ! with Courage charge the Foe,
Break the refounding Shield at ev'ry Blow.
Let

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