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328 The FALL of TURA:
OSSIAN.
Nor can I forget you, rulers of the ftorm of battle, though you
now reft in your peaceful {lumbers. Your image ftill dwells in my
foul, though I fliall fee you no more, as once I have done, on the
brown heath. — Here have I feen Fingal, king of men ; Ofcar and
Ryno, beams of light ; Artho of beauty, and the dark-brown hair
of Dermid. Here have I feen the fon of Lutha, the meek ; and
that foul without guile, Conchana ; with the fon of Garo the bold,
the three Finans, and Fed. Here burnifhed the helmet of Eth ;
here whittled in winds the dark locks of Dairo ; and here ftreamed,
like banners, the red hair of Dargo. Here Trenar grew like an
oak ; Torman roared like a ftream ; Ardan ftalked in his pride, like
a tree lifting its green head above the valley of mift ; Murno and
Sivellan, befide him, fmiled over blue fhields. Cleffamor of mighty
deeds was here ; and here the polifhed fteel of Fercuth. Here arofe
the voice of Carril ; and here thoufands liftened to the harp of
Ullin. Here have I feen Moran and Fithil of fongs ; Connal of
fbft words and generous deeds ; Lamdarga with his fpear of blood ;
and Curach, whofe arm was an hoft in the hour of danger. — And
where art thou, Lugar, whofe door was never fhut ; where is now
thy voice, Fadetha of the loudeft cry ? where, Ronuro, are thy
golden locks ? where, Colda, are thy feet of deer ? and where,
Lumna, thy fpear of battle ? Where is mildly-looking Ledan ;
with Branno of arms, and Tofcar of youth ? Where are the hunters
of the boar on Gormal, Machrutha, Colmar, and Comalo ; Fillan,
my brother of love, and ruddy Fergus of the mildeft fpeech ?
Where is Crugal, blazing in his fteel ; and Dogrena, the light of
heroes on the plain ? Where, Aldo, is now thy beauty ? and where,
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