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74 F I N G A L, B. VI.
OOssiAN, Carril, and Ullin, you know of he-
roes that are no more. Give us the fong of other
years. Let the night pafs away on the found, and
morning return with joy.
We gave the fong to the kings, and a hundred
harps accompanied our voice. The face of Sv/a-
ran brightened like the full moon of heaven, when
the clouds vanifli away, and leave her calm and
broad in the mJc'ft of the fky.
It was then that Fingal fpcke to Carril the
chief of other times. Where is the fon of Semo ;
the king of the ifle of mift ? has he retired, like
the meteor of death, to tlie dreary cave of Tura?
CucHULLiN, faid Carril of other times, lies
in the dreary cave of 7\ira. His hand is on the
fv/ord of his ilrength. His thoughts on the battles ;
which he lofl. Mournful is the king of fpears^
for he has often been victorious. He fends the
fword of his war to reil: on the fide of Fingal.
For, like the ftorm. of the defart, thou hafc fcattered
all his foes. Take, O Fingal, the fword of the hero ;
for his fame is departed like the mill when it flies be-
fore the ruftling v/ind of the vale.
No : replied the king, Fingal fliall never take
his fword. His arm is mighty in war; and tell
him his fame fliall never fail. Many have been
overcom.e in battle, that have ihone afterwards like
the fun of heaven.
O SwARAN, king of the refounding woods, give
all thy grief av/ay. — The vanquifhed, if brave,
are renowned ; they are like the fun in a cloud
when he hides his face in the fouth, but looks again
on the hills of grafs.
Grumal was a chief of Cona. He fought the
battle on every coaft. His foul rejoiced in blood ;
his ear in the din of arms. He poured his warriors
on the founding Craca ; and Craca's king met
him