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

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Conban-carg'lds ! But I behold thee, chief of Lulan, fportlng
by Loda's hall, when the dark-fkirted night is rolled along the
fky.
Thou, fometimes, hideft the moon, with thy rtiield. I have
feen her dim, in heaven. Thou kindleft thy hair into meteors, and
faileft along the night. — Why am I forgot, in my cave, king of
fliaggy boars ? Look, from the hall of Loda, on lonely Conban-
carglas.
" Who art thou, faid Fingal, voice of night ? " She, trem-
bling, turned away. " Who art thou, in thy darknefs ?" She
flirunk into the cave. The king loofed the thong from her
hands ; he afked about her fathers.
ToRCUL-TORNo, flic faid, once dwelt at Lulan's foamy ftream :
he dwelt but, now, in Loda's hall, he fliakes the founding
fhell. He met Starno of Lochlin, in battle ; long fought the dark-
eyed kings. My father fell, at length, blue-fhielded Torcul-
torno.
By a rock, at Lulan's flream, I had pierced the bounding roe.
My white hand gathered my hair, from off the ftream of winds.
I heard a noife. Mine eyes were up. My foft breaft rofe on high.
My Aep was forward, at Lulan, to meet thee, Torcul-torno !
It was Starno, dreadful king !■ His red eyes rolled on Con-
ban-carglas. Dark waved his fliaggy brow, above his gathered
fniile. Where is my father, I faid, he that was mighty in war ?
Thou are left alone among foes, daughter of Torcul-torno !
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