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OF PASSAGES. 227
Aiìd though feeble be my efFjit to-day,
I was second in the front cf the battle.
Like a flood-swelled torrent
Oscar bore down :he foe.
Like the sounding peal of the desart
Onward we spread in our path.
Like the frrr.y rugged stones which bound from aloft
Into tils, valley of Lochrie, ^
So descended our blows in the battle.
The strokes of Oscar hewing down the enemy,
Were heard like the lopping of green branches.
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High-minded Gaul, who fights the battles of Fingal, [ger.^
Warrior of chosen steeds, bearing hardship and despising dan-
Firm IS the purpose of the chief; conquest attends his combat.
High-bounding he is in valour, deadly in tumult j
Strong of arm in the warfare of kings.
Hero of piercing weapons, disabling bodies.
When he deals the battle of grievous ills.
The course of the kingly warrior
Is as the full-darting meteor.
By that hand of thine, O frowning Gault
No man shall escape from it alive.
No captive taken from Gaul or Gara
hand of Oscar and mine.
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Ullin — spoke to the king of swords. " Son of thft chief
i)f generous steeds ! high-bounding king of spears ! Strong
arm in every perilous toil. Hard heart that never yields.
Chief of the pointed arms of death. Cut down the foe ;
let no white sail bound round dark Inistore. Be thine aniji
like thunder. Thine eyes like fire, thy heart of solid rock.
Whirl round thy sword as a a meteor at night ; lift thy
shield like the flame of death. Son of the chief of generous
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