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172 THE POEMS OF OSSIAN.
his sword; the blade of dark-brown Luno. Thf
gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloom;
ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a co
lumn of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturb
as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
The spirit of Lodashrieked, as, rolled into himsell
he rose on the wind. Inistore shook at the sound
The waves heard it on the deep. They stopped ii
their course with fear; the friends of Fingal stari
ed at once, and took their heavy spears. The
missed the king : they rose in rage ; all their arm
resound !
The moon came forth in the east. Fingal retumC'
in the gleam of his arms. The joy of his youth wa
great, their souls settled as a sea from a storm. U
lin raised the song of gladness. The hills of Inii
tore rejoiced. The flame of the oak arose ; and th
tales of heroes are told.
But Frothal, Sora's wrathful king, sits insadnes
beneath a tree. The host spreads around Carrie
thiira. He looks towards the Avails with rage. H
longs for the blood of CathuUa, who once overcam
him in war. WlienAnnir reigned in Sora, the fathcj -
of sea-borne Frothal, a storm arose on the sea, aa
carried Frothal to Inistore. Three days he feaste
in Sarno's halls, and saw the slow-rolling eyes c
CJomala. He loved her in the flame of youth, am:
rushed to seize the white-armed maid. CathuU
met the chief. The gloomy battle rose. Froths!
was bound in the hall ; three days he pined alonti
On the fourth Sarno sent him to his ship, and li
returned to his land. But wrath darkened in hi
soul against the noble Cathulla. When Annit'
stone of fame arose, Frothal came in his strengft
The battle burned round Carric-thura and Sarno
mossy walls.
Morningrose on Inistore. Frothal struck his dai
brown shield. His chiefs started at the sound
they stood, but their eyes were turned to the sei'
They saw Fingal coming in his strength ; and fir
the noble Thubar spoke. " Who comes like the stfv
of the desert, with all his herd behind him ? Fr
thai, it is a foe ! I see his forward spear. Perha|i