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mi^ty, becaufe Fingal is near? Fingal with
aged locks, from Morven's hundred groves ! He
has fought with little men. But he muffc vanifh
before Cairbar, like 9 thin pillar of miil before
the winds of Atha * ),
Were he who fought with little men, near
Atha's darkening chief: Atha's darkening chief
would yield green Erin to his rage. Speak not
of the mighty, o Cairbar I but turn thy fword
on me. Our ftrength is equal: but Fingal is
renowned! the firft of mortal men I
Their people faw the darkening chiefs.
Their crowding fteps are heard around. Their
eyes roll in fire. A thoufand fwords are half-
unfheathed. Red - haired OUa railed the fong of
battle : the trembling joy of Ofcar's foul arofe ;
the wonted joy of his foul, when Fingal's horn
was heard.
Dark as the fwelling wave of ocean before
the riling winds, when it bends its head near
a coaftj
*) Atha, fhalhiu ri-ji.Y : the name of Cairbar's feat
in Connauaht.
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