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land. Connal, many are the warriors of
Dargo !
Connal.
Bring me thy father's fhi eld, theboffy, iron
fhield of Rinval ; that fhield like the full-
orbed moon, whenfhe moves darkened through
heaven*
Crimora.
That fhield I bring, O Connal ! but it did
not defend my father. By the fpear of Gor-
xnar he fell. Thou may'ft fall, O Connal I
Connal.
Fall I may ! but raife my tomb, Crimora !
Grey ftones, a mound of earth, fhall fend my
name to other times. Bend thy red eye over
my grave, beat thy mournful heaving breafL
Though fair thou art, my love, as the light ;
more pleafant than the gale of the hill ; yet
I will not here remain. Raife my tomb,
Crimora !
Crimora.
Then give me thofe arms that gleam ; that
fword, and that fpear of fteel. I fhall meet
Dargo with Connal, and aid him in the fight.
Farewell, ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer ! and
ye ftreams of the hill ! We fhall return no
more. Our tombs are diftant far !
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