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ifaughtcr of car-borne Semo. Where is Tiira's
chief, Ton of the filent hall ? But why fhoiild N3-
thos alk ? for I behold thy tears. How did the
mighty fall. Ton of the lonely Tura ?
He fell not, Lamhor replied, like the filent ftar
of night, wherT it Ihoots through darknefs and is
no more. But he was like a meteor that falls in a
diftant land; death attends its green courfe, and
itfelf is the fign of wars. — Adournful are the banks
of Lego, and the roar of flreamy Lara ! There the
hero fell, fon of the noble Ufnoth.
And the hero fell in the midft of flaughter, I
faidvvith a burfling figh. His hand was ftrong in
battle ; and' death was behind his fword. — We
came to Lego's mournful banks. We found his
rifmg tomb.. His companions in battle are there ;;
his bards of many fongs. Three days we mourned
over the hero:- on the fourth, I ftruck the fhield
of Caithbat. The heroes gathered around with
joy, and lliook their beamy fpears*
CoRLATH was near with his hod, the friend of
car-borne Cairbar. We came like a ftream by
night, and his heroes fell. When the people of
the valley rofe *-, they faw their blood with morn-
Hig's light. But we rolled away, like wreaths of
mill, to Cormac's echoing hall. Our fwords rofe
to defend the king. But Temora^s halls were
empty. Cormac had fallen in his youth. The
king of Erin was no more.
Sadness feized the fon s of Ullin, they flowly,,
gloomily retired : like clouds that, long having,
threatened rain, retire behind the hills The fons
of
* And it came to pafs that night, that the angel of the
Lord v/ent out, and fniote in the camp of the AlTyrians,
an hundred fourfcore and five thoufand : and when
they rofe early in the morning, behold they v/ere all dead
Q^n. z Kings xix. 35.