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THE
DEATH of CUTHULLIN
A
POEM.
w TS the wind on the fhield of Fingal ? Or is
-*• the voice of paft times in my hall ? Sing
on, fweet voice I for thou art pleafant. Thou
carrieft away my night with joy. Sing on, O
Bragela, daughter of car-borne Sorglan !
" It is the white wave of the rock, and not
Cuthullin's fails. Often do the mills deceive
me for the fhip of my love ! when they rife
round fome ghofl, and fpread their grey fkirts
on the wind. Why doll thou delay thy com-
ing, *fon of the generous Semo ? Four times
has autumn returned with its winds, and raifed
the feas of Togorma*, fince thou haft been in
* Togorma, i. e. the ijland of blue leaves, one of the
Hebrides, was fubje£t to Connai, the fon of Caithbat,
Cuthullin's friend. He is fometimes called the fon of
Colgar, from one of that name who was the founder of
the family. Connai, a few days before the news of Tor-
lath's revolt, came to Temora, had failed to Togorma, his
native ifle ; where he was detained by contrary winds
during the war in which Cuthullin was killed.
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