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98 TEMORA: Book III,
in his ftrength ; the eagle -wing * ) of his hel-
met founds : the ruftling blafts of the weft
unequal ruihed thro' night. Long looked the
king in filence round: at length, his words
were heard.
My foul feels a want in our joy. I be-
hold a breach among my friends. The
head of one tree is low; the fqually wind pours
in on Selma. Where Is the chief of Dun-
lora ? Ought he to be forgot at the feaft?
When did he forget the ftranger, in the midft
of his ecchoing hall? Ye are lilent in my
prefence 1 Connal is then no more.
Joy meet thee, o w^arrior, like a ftream of
light. Swift be thy courfe to thy fathers , in
the folds of the mountain- winds. OfTian,
thy foul is tire : kindle the memory of the king.
Awake the battles of Connal , when firft he
Ihone in war. The locks of Connal were grey ;
his
* ) From this , and feveral other paflages , in this
poeiu, it appears, that the kings of Morven and
Ireland had a plume of eagle's feathers , by way
of ornament, in their helmet?. It was from this
dillinguifhed mark that Odian knew Cathmor,
in the fecond book; which cuftom, probably, he
had borrowed, from the former monarchs of Ire-
land , of the race of the Cael or Caledonians.