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25 F I N G A L, B. II.
Crugalj for llie is a (Iranger * in the hall of her
forrow. But who is ilie, that, like a fun-beam,
flies before the ranks of the foe ? It is Degrena f,
lovely fair, the fpoufe of fallen Crugal. Her hair
is on the wind behind. Her eye is red ; her voice
is fhrill. Green, empty is thy Crugal now, his
form is in the cave of the hill. I^e comes to the
ear of relt, and raifes his feeble voice; like the
humming of tJie mountain-bee, or collecred flies
of evening. But Degrena fails like a cloud of the
morn ; the fword of Lochlin is in her fide. Cair-
bar, fhe is fallen, the rifing thought of thy youth.
She is fallen, O Cairbar, the thought of thy youth-
ful hours.
Fierce Gairbar heard the mournful found, and
rufhed on like ocean's whale ; he faw the death of
his daughter ; and roared in the midll of ihou-
fands %. His fpear met a fon of Lochlin, and bat-
tle fpread from wing to wing. As a hundred winds
in Lochlin's groves, as fire in the firs of a hundred
hills ; fo loud, fo juinous and vafl: th€ ranks of
men are hewn down. — Cuchullin cut off heroes
like thiilles, and Swaran wafled Krin. Curach
felt by his hand, and Cairbar of the boiTy fliield.
Morgfan lie^ in lafting reli; ai^.d Ca-olt trembles
as he dies. His white breaft is ftained with his
blood; and his yellow hair flretched in the dufl: oi
his native land. He often had fpread the feaft
'ivher* he fell ; and often rsifed the voice of the
harp: when his dogs leapt around for joy; and
the youths of the chafe prepared the bow.
Still Swaran advanced, as a flream that burfls
from
* Crugil had married Degrean but a little time be-
fore the battle, confequentiy flie may with propriety be
called a Arranger in the hall of her forrow.
• -f- Deo-ghiena fignifies a fun-beam.
\ Msdiifquein niiUihui ardet. ViRO.