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270 F I N G A L. Book IV.
So thefe undaunted Chiefs — No Tongue can tell
What mighty Numbers in their Fury fell.
Where rag'd the Tumult of the wild Difcord,
Amidft a thoufand rofe and fell my Sword ;
345 While youthful Ofcar^ ardent at my Side,
Dealt Blow for Blow, and fpread the Slaughter wide.
My Soul rejoic'd in Secret, as his Blade
Flara'd o'er the growing Mountains of the Dead.
What Valour could, we both perform'd that Day, -j
350 And broke at length through Lochlins deep Array, ?
Who routed fled before us in Difmay. -*
Loud as the Roar the Voice of Thunder makes,
When thro' the Clouds the forky Lightning breaks ;
With
V. 352. Loud as the Roar, ^cJ] OJftan, to give the Idea of an Army
in Flight, brings three Comparifons all in a Breath. Stones rufhing down
a fteep Declivity ; the Noife Axes make in a Wood ; and the Echoing of
Thunder among the Hills. Though the Poet, in the Heat of Imagination,
heaps