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C86 riNGAL:
*' When slialt tliou come in thine arms, thou
mighty in tlie war?"
*' Take, Brassolis/' Cairbar came and said,
*' take, Brassolis, this shield of blood. Fix it on
higii within my hall, the armour of my foe !" Her
soft heart beat against her side. Distracted,
pale, she flew. . She found her youth in all his
blood ; she died on Cromla's heath. Here rests
their dust, CuthuUin ! these lonely yews sprung
from their tombs, and shade them from the
storm. Fair was Brassolis on the plain ! State-
ly was Grudar on the hill ! The bard shall pre-
serve their names, and send tlicni down to future
times ! "
" Pleasant is thy voice, O Carril," said the
blue-eyed chief of Erin. " Pleasant are the words
of other times ! Tliey are like the calm shower
of spring; when the sun looks on the Held, and
the light cloud flies over the hills. O strike the
harp in praise of my love, the lonely sun-beam
of Dunscaith ! Strike the iuirp in the praise of
Brngela ; she that I left in the Isle of iSIist, the
spouse of Semo's son ! Dost thou raise thy fair
face from the rock, to find the sails of Cuthul-
lin ? The sea is rolling distant far ; its wliite foam
d(cc'i\t"s thee for my sail^. Retire, for it is night,