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254 T E M O R A: Book VIII.
fall. His helmet rolled on the ground. By its
thong, hung his broad fliield ; over it wander-
ed his ftreaming blood. Tla-min *) iliall weep^
in the hall, and iirike her heaving breafl.
Nor
*) Tla-miii, mildh-fift. 'the loves of Clonar and
Tla-niln were rendered famous in the north , by
a fragment of a Lyric poem, ftill prelerved ..
Vihich is afcribed to Offian. Be it the compoii-
tion of whom it will, its poetical merit may,
perhaps, excufe me , for inferting it here. It is a
dialogue between Clonar and Tla-min. She be-
gins with a foliloquy, which he overhears.
'"Clonar, fan of Ccnglas of I-mor, young hunt*
er of dun-fided roes ! where art thou laid ,
amidft rufhes , beneath the pafling wing of the
breeze? I behold thee^ my love, in the
plain of thy own dark ftreams ! The clung thorn
is rolled by the wind , and ruftles along his
fhield. Bright in his locks he lies: the thoughts
of his dreams fly , darkeiwng, over his face.
Thou thinkeft of the battles of Oillan , young
fon of the ecchoing ifle !
"Half-hid, in the grove, I fit down. Fly back,
ye mifts of the hill. Why fhould ye hide her
Jove from the blue eyes of Tla-min of harps?
Clonar.