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260 THE POEMS OF OSSIAN.
rushed down. I blessed the lovely beam of youth, and
bade the battle move !
Why, son of tlie rock, should Ossian tell how Teutha's
warriors died ? They are now forgot in their land ;
their tombs are not found on the heath. Years came
on with their storms. The green mounds are moul-
dered away. Scarce is the grave of Dunthalmo seen,
or the place where he fell by the spear of Ossian.
Some gray warrior, half blind with age, sitting by night
at the flaming oak of the hall, tells now my deeds to
his sons, and the fall of the dark Dunthalmo. Tlie
faces of youth bend sidelong towards his voice. Sur-
prise and joy burn in their eyes ! I found Calthon bound
to an oak ; my sword cut the thongs from his iianaa.
I gave him the white-bosomed Colmal. They qwhIi
in tne halls of Teutha.

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