Ossian Collection > Temora, an ancient epic poem, in eight books

24 T E M O R A.
the courfe of generous Cathmor. I hear a diftant found, Hke the
faUing of rocks in the defart. But ftrike thou thy Dield, at
times, that they may not come through night, and the fame of
Morven ceafe. — I begin to be alone, my fon, and I dread t.c fall of
my renown.
The voice of the bards arofe. The king leaned on the fhield
of Trenmor. — Sleep defcended on his eyes, and his future battles
rofe in his dreams. The hoft are fleeping around. Dark-haired
Fillan obferved the foe. His fteps are on a diftant hill : we hear,
at times, his clanging fhield.
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