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94 TEMORA:BooK III.
round him. His high-bofomed fpoufe flretches
her white arms , in dreams , to cthe returning
king, as fhe fleeps by gurgling Morutb, in
her disordered locks. It is his ghoft, Oichoma ;>
th^e chief is lowly laid. Hearken not to the
winds, for Turiathon's ecchoing fhield. It is
pierced, by his ftreams , and its found is paft
away.
Not peaceful is the hand of Foldath : he
winds his courie in blood. Connal met him
in tight •, they mixed their clanging fteel. '
Why fnould mine eyes behold them ! Connal ,
thy locks are grey. — ■■ — Thou wert the friend
of ftrangersy at the mofs - covered rock ofDun-
lora. When the ildes werq rolled together:
then thy feaft was fpread. The ftrariger heard
the winds without; and rejoiced at thy burning
Qak. Why,, ion of Duth - caron, art thou
laid in blood 1 The blafted. tree bends above
thee : thy fhield lies broken near. Thy blood
mixes with the ftream ; thou breaker of the
fhields!
*) I took the fpear , in my wrath : but
Gaul rufhed forward on the foe. The feeble
pafs by his fide ; his rage is turned on Mo-
ma's
"•) The poet fpeaks in his own perfou.