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lo6 T E M O R A : Book III.
renowned , when bards fhall lighten my riling
foul. Carrii , fon of Kinfena ; take the bards,
and raife a tomb. To night let Connal dwell
within his narrow houfe: let not the foul of
the valiant wander on the winds. Faint
glimmers the moon on Moi-lena, thro' the
broad -headed groves of the hill: raife ftones,
beneath its beams, to all the fallen in war. —
Tho* no chiefs were they, yet thfeir hands were
ftrong in fight. They were my rock in danger ;
the mountain , from which I fpread my eagle-
wings. Thence am I renowned; Carril, forget
not the low,
Loud, at once, from the hundred bards,
rofe the fong of the tomb. Carril ftrode befo-
re them , they are the murmur of ftreams be-
hind him. Silence dwells in the vales of Moi-
lena,
vet al ctrcumftances , I conclude it to be an imi-
tation, but a very happy one, of the manner
of that poet. The elegance of the fenti-
ment , and beauty of the iniagery , however , re-
fer the compoiltion of it to an sera of remote
antiquity : for , the nearer we approach to our
own times , the lefs beautiful are the compofi-
tious of the bards.