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Whither haft thou fled, o wind? faid the
king of Morven. Doft thou vuftle in the cham-
bers of the fouth, and purfue the fhower in
other lands ? Why doft thou not come to my
fails? to the blue face of my feas? The- foe is
in the land of Morven , and tlie kin;^ is abfent.
But let each bind on his mail , and each asfu-
me his ihield. Stretch every fpear over the
wave ; let every iv.ord be unfheathed. Lath-
mon *) is before us wirh his hoft: be that
i\el ^^) from Fingal on the plains of Lona.
But he returns , like a collecled ftream , and his
roar is between our hills.
Such v/ere the words of Fingal. We rufli-
ed into Carmona's bay. Oflian afcended the
bill-, f.nd thrice itruck his bofly fiiield. The
rock
'^) It is i-iid, by trndirloii, that it was the intelligence
of Laihnion's iuvauon , that occafioaed Flhgal'S re-
tarn from Ireland; though Cfiian, more poetically,
afcribes the caufe of FiiJgal's kncviiledge to his
dream,
*^') He aI!uG&s to a banle, wherein. Tiugal hnd defeat-
ed I.athmcii. The occalion of this firft war, be-
tween thole heme:; , is told by Oflian in another
poern, which the translator has feen.
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