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258 THE POEMS OF OSSIAN.
cloud, when the blast has entered its womb, and scat-
ters the curUng gloom on every side.
They brouglit Cohnar to Teutha's bank, bound with
a thousand thongs. The chief is sad, but stately. His
eye is on his friends ; for we stood in our arms, whilst
Teutha's waters rolled between. Dunthalmo came
with his spear, and pierced the hero's side : he rolled
on the bank in his blood. We heard his broken sighs.
Calthon rushed into the stream : I bounded forward on
my spear. Teutha's race fell before us. Night came
rolling down. Dunthalmo rested on a rock, amidst an
aged wood. Tlie rage of his bosom burned against
the car-borne Calthon. But Calthon stood in grief; he
mourned the fallen Colmar ; Colmar slain in youth be-
fore his fame arose !
I bade the song of wo to rise, to soothe the mourn-
ful chief; but he stood beneath a tree, and often threw
his spear on the earth. The humid eye of Colmai
rolled near in a secret tear : she foresaw the fall of
Dunthalmo, or of Clutha's warlike chief. Now half
the night had passed away. Silence and darkness were
on the field. Sleep rested on the eyes of the heroes:
Calthon's settling soul was still. His eyes were half
closed ; but the murmur of Teutha had not yet failed
in his ear. Pale, and showing his wounds, the ghost
of Colmar came : he bent his head over the hero, an'i
raised his feeble voice !
" Sleeps the son of Rathmor in his night, and his
brother low ? Did we not rise to the chase together ?
Pursued we not the dark-brown hinds ? Colmar was
not forgot till he fell, till death had blasted his youth
1 lie pale beneath the rock of Lena. O let Calthon
rise ! the morning comes with its beams ; Dunthalmo
will dishonor the fallen." He passed away in his blast-
The rising Calthon saw the steps of his departure. He
rushed in the sound of his steel. Unhappy Colmai rose.