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133 T E M O R A: Book IV.
roll on, feaibns return, but he is ftill unknown^
In a blaft comes cloudy death , and lays
his grey head low. His gholl is rolled on the
vapour of the fenny field. Its courfe is never
on hills , or molly vales of wind. So
lliall not Cathmor depart, no boy in the field
was he , who only marks the bed of roes , upon
the ecchoing hills. My isfuing forth Avas with
kings , and my joy in dreadful plains : where
broken bolls are rolled away , like leas before
the wind.
So fpoke the king of Alnecma, brighten-
ing in his rifing foul : valour , like a pleafant
flame, is gleaming within his breaft. Stately is
his flride on the heath; the beam of eaft is
poured around. He faw his grey hoft on the
field, wide - fpreading their ridges in light. He
rejoiced, like a fpirit of heaven, whofe fteps
come
ovef all the knovVu vvorlil ; and one per-
ty ftate of the Saxon heptnrchy had , per-
haps , as imich genuine fpirit in it , as
the two Bririfh kingdoms inu"ted. As a fta-
te, we are much more powerful than out
anceftors , but we would lofe by compar
ins, individuals with them.