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A P O E M. 329
Maronnan, the flrength of thy blue {hells ? Who will {hew me
the fteps of Duchomar, the black but comely ; or the face of Cri-
gal, beam of love ? Suino, Sorglan, and Conloch, have alfo failed ;
the three mountain-ftreams in our battles. Connal, the meteor of
death, is no more ; nor Gaul, the whirlwind by which our foes
were fcattered. — Heroes of my love, you have failed ; none of you
remains to flied the tear on the tomb of Oman. No friend {hall
raife my gray ftone, or prepare, on the lonely heath, my narrow
bed. No ; the heroes of Morven have all failed. But their me-
mory fliall dwell in the foul of the bard.
Malvina.
Sisters of my love, you have alfo failed: but in the foul of
Malvina you ftill remain. My departing breath fliall be a fong in
your praife. — Yes, Evirchoma, Darthula, Sulmina, I feel your warm
beams pafs often over my foul. They are like fun-beams of au-
tumn, when they fly over the dark-brown heath of Lena ; and the
watery bow, with all its tears, is nigh. — Gellama, Moina, Minona!
you once {hone on thefe hills, though dim is now your beauty.
Melilcoma, Colmal, and Annir, did your form of comelinefs conti-
nue ! or are you, in your thin clovids, ftill admired by heroes ?
Crimora, has thy beauty lafted i Gelchofla, where are the fteps of
thy lovelinefs ? — Derfagrena, what is now become of all thy bright-
nefs ? and where, Oi-thona, doft thou pour thy voice of love ?
Like the harp of the bard, when the chief of the people is dead, it
was fweetly- mournful. — And, why fhould you be forgot, Evirallin
and Clatho, faireft of all the lights that have {hone on Morven !
Joy is a ftranger in Selma, fince you have fet in darknefs : the
fongs of virgins ever fince have ceafed ; and the harps of the bards
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