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

196 CATH-LODA:
Like the murmur of v/aters, the race of U-thorno came do'.vn.
Starno led the battle, and Swaran of ftormy illes. They looked
forward from iron fliields, like Cruth-loda fiery-eyed, when he
looks from behind the darkened mojn, and flrews his figns on
night.
The foes met by Turthor's ftream. They heaved like ridgy
waves. Their echoing ftrokes are mixed. Shadowy death flies
over the hofts. They were clouds of hail, with fqually winds in
their fkirts. Their fliowers are roaring together. Below them
fwells the dark-rolling deep.
Strife of gloomy U-thorno, why fliould I mark thy wounds ?
Thou art with the years that are gone ; thou fadeft on my foul.
Starno brought forward his lTs.irt of war, and Swaran his own dark
wing. Nor a harmlefs fire is Duth-maruno's fword. — Lochlin is
rolled over her ftreams. The wra hful kings are folded in thoughts.
They roll their filent eyes, over the flight of their land. — The horn
of Fingal was heard ; the fons of woody Albion returned. But
many lay, by Turthor's ftream, filent in their blood.
Chief of Crom-charn, faid the king, Duth-raaruno, hunter of
boars ! not harmlefs returns my eagle, from the field of foes. For
this white-bofomed Lanul fhall brighten, at her ftreams ; Can-
dona fliall rejoice, at rocky Crathmo-craulo.
CoLGORM *, replied the chief, was the firft of my race in Al-
bion J Colgorm, the rider of ocean, thro' its watry vales. He flew
his
• The family of Duth-maruno, it ap- or, at lead, from fume of the northern
pears, came originally from Scan<linavia, ifies, fubject, in chief, to the kings of
Lochlin.