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Gome forth on his Teas, wlien lie beholds them
peaceful round, and all the winds 'are laid.
But foon he awakes the waves, and rolls them
large to fome ecchoing coaft.
On the ruihy bank of a ftream , flept the
daughter of Ihis - huna. The helmet *) had
fallen from her head. Her dreams were in
the lands of her fathers. There morning was
on the field : grey ftreams leapt down from the
rocks ; the breezes , in fhadowy waves , fly
o'er the vufhy fields. There is the found
that prepares for the chace ; and the moving
of warriors from the hall. But tall above
the reft is the hero of ftreamy Atha: he bends
his eye of love on Sul-malla, from his ftately
Heps. She turns , with pride , her face away ,
and carelefs bends the bc^sv.
Such
The ciiscoveiy whkh fucceeds this circumftance, is
well imagined , and naturally conduced. The
iilente of Cathmor upon this occafion is more
expieffive of the emotious of his ibul , than
any ipeech which the poet could put :ato his
mouth.
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