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Book V. F I N G A L. 343
Permiflion on the Hills to bend my Yew ;
There feeds a Herd of dark-brown Deer in View.
380 She faid, and up the Mountain fpeedy went,
But not in Time the Combat to prevent ;
The Chiefs had fought ! one breathlefs on the Ground,
The other at the Point of Death fhe found.
Why fhould I to the King of Morven tell
385 How jealous Lovers fight ? Fierce Ullin fell.
Nor did young Lamderg long furvive the Fight :
Before Gelchojfa pale, a ghaftly Sight,
He wounded flood. The foft-hair'd Woman cried,
From whence the Blood that ftains my Warrior's Side ?
390 He anfwer'd — - Fairer than the Mountain Snows !
From Ullin s Wounds the fanguine Current flows ;
That Ruflian dead, my Vengeance is compleat,
And I expire without the leaft Regret.
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