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A P O E M. 155
By Turfnor^s ftream the hod of Lochlia is
deep in ihades. The wrathful kings flood on
two hills ; they looked forward from their boffy
fhields. They looked forward on the ftars of
night, red - wandering- in the weft. Cruth-loda
bends from high, like a formlefs meteor in
clouds. He fends abroad the winds, and marks
them, with his figns. Starno forefaw , that
Morvcn's king was never to yiel4 in war.
He
fpeaks , with great devntion , of pilgrhnage , and
more particularly, of the blue- eyed daughters of
the convent. Religious , however , as this poet
was, he was not altogether decent, in the fcenes
he introduces between Swaran and the wife of
Congciillion, both of whom he reprefents as
giants. It happening unfortunately, that Cong-
m]lio7i was only of a moderate ftature , his wife,
without hefitation , preferred Swaran , as a more
adequate match for her own gigantic fize. From
this fatal preference proceeded To much mis-
chief, that the good poet altogether loft fight of
his principal a^ion; ^nA he ends the piece, with
an advice to men , in the choice of their wives ,
which , however good it may be , I fhali leave
concealed in the obfcurity of the original.

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