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174 MOR-GLAX AND .nilN-ONK,
in his narrow house, and gladly would Miu-onn
lie under the same clod, but she returned with
sorrow to her own land. Heavy was her grief
and sad, but the stream of years have rolled
along, and she is now cheerful with the virgins of
Sora.
Fierce to me is the roaring of thy waves, and
the grey-headed seas beating against the bottom
of thy hills, and the swelling fierce blasts from
the south; it is not for my profit that you have
blown.
Now the heroes drew to close fight, like two
opposite streams in strong conflict, and every
wind strengthening their labour; their strokes
were fierce, loud-sounding, and deadly; heavy,
quick, and bloody were the valiant heroes, like
waves meeting from opposite sides, when they
are driven to flight by the howling stonn, upon a
hard cliff half-way between two points. Their
long tough spears were broke asunder, their
darts fled off in pieces; their polished swordv'^
were in their hands, valiantly and bloodily thej
fought, like dangerous, leaping bears; like two
fiery meteors nimbly running along the sky, or
like two strong ghosts contending with one ano-
ther. As falls the lofty green pine tree by the
strong blast of the desert in Morven, so the echo-
ing rock yielded and shook, the earth moved un-
derneath and trembled; thus did the noble hero
fall under the hard-tearini? steel of Cahuil.