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An epic poem. 95
Rememberest thou her, faid Foldath, becaufe no fon is mine,-
no youth to roll the battle before him, in revenge of me ? Mal-
thos, I am revenged. I was not peaceful in the field. Raife the
tombs of thofe I have flain, around my narrow houfe. Often
fliall I forfake the blaft, to rejoice above their graves ; wliea
I behold them fpread around, with their long-whiftling grafs.
His foul ruHied to the vales of Moma, and came to Dardu-lena's
dreams, where flie flept, by Dalrutho's ftream, returning from the
chace of the hinds. Her bow is near the maid, unftrung; the
breezes fold her long hair on her breafts. Cloathed in the beauty of
youth, the love of heroes lay. Dark-bending, from the fkirts of
the wood, her wounded father came. He appeared, at times, then
feemed as hid in mift. Burfting into tears flie rofe : flie knew
that the chief was low. To her came a beam from his foul when
folded in its florms. Thou wert the lafl of his race, blue-eyed
Dardu-lena !
Wide-spreading over echoing Lubar, the flight of Bolga is
rolled along. Fillan hung forward on their fteps ; and ftrev/ed, with
dead, the heath. Fingal rejoiced over his fon. — Blue-fliielded Cath-
mor rofe. * Son of Alpin, bring the harp : give Fillan 's praife
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led, from a place in Ulftcr, where her fa- * Thefe fudJen tranfitions from the fub-
ther had defeated part of the adherents of jeSi are not uncommon in the compofitions
Artho, king of Ireland. Dor-dulena; of Offian. That in this place has a pecu-
the dark wood of Moi-lcna. As Foldath was liar beauty and propriety. The fufpence,
proud and odentatious, it would appear, in which the mind of the reader is left,
that he transferred the name of a place, conveys the idea of Fillan's danger more
where he himfelf had beca viiflorioas, to forcibly home, than any defcription tiie poet
his daughter, could introduce. There is a fort of clo-
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