Ossian Collection > Fingal

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hill rlfes there, with moITy ftones and ruftling
grafs : thefe are the tombs of Fingal's toe?, the ions
of the rolling lea.
Dost thou fpeak to the feeble In arms, faid Car-
tlion, bard of the woody Morven ? Is my face paie
for fear, fon of the peaceful fong ? Why then, doll
thou think to darken my foul with the tales oi thofc
who fell ? — My arm has fought in the battle; my
renown is known afar. Go to the feeble in arms,
and bid them yield to Fingal. — Have not I feen
the fallen Balckuha ? And fliall I feaft with Com-
hal's fon ? Comhal ! who threw his nre in the
midfl: of my father's hall ! I was young, and kncw
not the caufe why the virgin wept. The columns
of fmoak pleafed mine eye, when they rofe above
my walls ; I often looked back, with gladnefs,
when my friends fled along the hill. — But when the
years of my youth came on,. I beheld the mofs of
my fallen walls: my fjgh arofc with the morning,
and my tears defcended with night— Shall 1 not
fight, i faid to my foul, againfl: the children of my
foes r And I will fight, O bard ; I feel the flrength
of my foul.
His. people gathered around the hero, and
drew,, at once, their fnining fvvords. He ilands,
in the midil, like a pillar ot fire: the tear half-
flarting from his eye; for he.thougjit of the fal-
len Balclutha, and the crowded pjide of his foul
arofe. Sidelong he looked up to the hill, wjitie
our heroes Ihone in arms; the fpear trembied in
his hand : and, bending forward, he feemed to
threaten the king.
Shall!, f,iid Fingal to his rou]_, meet, at o:;:e,
the king? Shall I flop him, in tlie midil cf his
courfc, before his fame fliall arife ? But the hard,
hereafter, may fay, when he fees liie tomb of
Carrhon ; Frngiil took his tiioufunds along v. iih
G < h:ni.