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AN EPIC POEM.
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" How, CuchuUin, fon of Semo, fell the break-
er of the fliields ? Well I remember," fiiid Coa-
nal, " the noble fon of Damman. Tall and fair
he was like the rain-bow of the hill."
<* Ferda from Albion came, the chief of a hun-
dred hills. In Muri's™ hall he learned the-fwor4j
and won the friendfhip of CuchuUin. We moved,
to the chafe together ; and one was our bed in the
heath.
" Deugala was the fpoufe of Cairbar, chief of the
plains of UUin. She was covered with, the light
of beauty, but her heart was the houfe of pride. She
loved that fun-beam of youth, the noble fon of
Damman." " Cairbir," faid the white armed wo-
man, " give me half of the herd. No more I will
remain in your halls. Divide the herd, dark Cair-
bar."
" Let CuchuUin," faid Cairbar, " divide my herd
on the hill. His breaft is the feat of juftice. De-
part thou light of beauty." I went and divided
the herd. One fnow-v/hite bull remained. [ gave
that bull to Cairbar. The wrath of Deugala rofe«
« Son of Damman," begun the fair, " Cuchul-
â– lin pains my foul. I muft hear of his death, or
Lubar's ftream fliall over me. My pale ghoil fhall
grander near thee, and mourn the wound of my
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