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he rushed among the foe. The groans of death ascend. They close around the chief. He is bound in the midst, and brought to gloomy Dunthalmo. The shout of joy arose: and the hills of night replied.

I started at the sound; and took my father's spear. Diaran rose at my side; and the youthful strength of Dargo. We missed the chief of Clutha, and our souls were sad. I dreaded the departure of my fame. The pride of my valour rose!" Sons of Morven!" I said, "it is not thus

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our fathers fought. They rested not on the "field of strangers, when the foe was not fallen "before them. Their strength was like the eagles "of heaven; their renown is in the song. But our "people fall by degrees. Our fame begins to de

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part. What shall the king of Morven say, if "Ossian conquers not at Teutha? Rise in your "steel, ye warriors! follow the sound of Ossian's "C course. He will not return, but renowned, to "the echoing walls of Selma."

Morning rose on the blue waters of Teutha, Colmal stood before me in tears. She told of the chief of Clutha: thrice the spear fell from her hand. My wrath turned against the stranger; for

my soul trembled for Calthon. "Son of the "feeble hand!" I said, "do Teutha's warriors fight "with tears? The battle is not won with grief; "nor dwells the sigh in the soul of war. Go to "the deer of Carmun, to the lowing herds of

"Teutha. But leave these arms, thou son of fear! "A warrior may lift them in fight."

I tore the mail from her shoulders. Her snowy breast appeared. She bent her blushing face to the ground. I looked in silence to the chiefs. The spear fell from my hand; the sigh of my bosom rose! But when I heard the name of the maid, my crowding tears rushed down. I blessed the lovely beam of youth, and bade the battle move!

Why, son of the rock, should Ossian tell how Teutha's warriors died? They are now forgot in their land; their tombs are not found on the heath. Years came on with their storms. The green mounds are mouldered away. Scarce is the grave of Dunthalmo seen, or the place where he fell by the spear of Ossian. Some grey warrior, half blind with age, sitting by night at the flaming oak of the hall, tells now my deeds to his sons, and the fall of the dark Dunthalmo. The faces of youth bend sidelong towards his voice. Surprise and joy burn in their eyes! I found Calthon bound to an oak; my sword cut the thongs from his hands. I gave him the whitebosomed Colmal. They dwelt in the halls of Teutha,

THE WAR OF CAROS:

A POEM.

ARGUMENT-CAROS is probably the noted usurper Carausius, by birth a Menapian, who assumed the purple in the year 284: and, seizing on Britain, defeated the Emperor Maximinian Herculius in several naval engagements, which gives propriety to his being called in this poem the king of ships. He repaired Agricola's wall, in order to obstruct the incursions of the Caledonians; and when he was employed in that work, it appears that he was attacked by a party under the command of Oscar the son of Ossian. This battle is the foundation of the present poem, which is addressed to Malvina the daughter of Toscar.

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