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" with Nathos; they are behind these rolling seas. ** Why dost thou bring thy thousands against the “ chief of Etha? Thou didst fly* from him in « battle, when his friends were around his spear.” “ Youth of the heart of pride, shall Erin's king “ fight with thee? Thy fathers were not among " the renowned, nor of the kings of men. Are " the arms of foes in their halls? or the shields of “ other times? Cairbar is renowned in Teinora, “ nor does he fight with feeble men!”
The tear started from car-borne Nathos. He turned his
to his brothers. Their spears flew at once. Three heroes lay on earth. Then the tight of their swords gleamed on high. The ranks of Erin yield, as a ridge of dark clouds before a blast of wind! Then Cairbar ordered his people and they drew a thousand bows. A thousand arrows flew. The sons of Usnoth fell in blood. They fell like three young oaks, which staod alone on the hill: the traveller saw the lovely trees, and wondered how they grew so lonely : the blast of the desert came by night, and laid their green heads low. Next day he returned, but they were withered, and the heath was bare!
Dar-thula stood in silent grief, and beheld their fall! No tear is in her eye.
But her look is wildly sad. Pale was her cheek. Her trembling lips broke short an half-formed word. Her dark hair flew on wind. The gloomy Cairbar same. * He allutes to the flight of Cairbar from Seláma.
“ Where is thy lover now? the car-borne chief “ of Etha? Hast thou beheld the halls of Uspoth? “ or the dark-brown hills of Fingal ? My battle “ would have roared on Morven, had not the “ winds met Dar-thula. Fingal himself would “ have been low, and sorrow dwelling in Selma!" Her shield fell from Dar-thula's arm. Her breast of snow appeared. It appeared; but it was stained with blood. An arrow was fixed in her side. She fell on the fallen Nathos, like a wreath of snow! Her hair spreads wide on his face. Their blood is mixing around!
“Daughter of Colla! thou art low!" said Cairbar's hundred bards. « Silence is at the blue “ streams of Seláma, Truthil's* race have failed. “ When wilt thou rise in thy beauty, first of Erin's “ maids? Thy sleep is long in the tomb. The
morning distant far. The sun shall not come “ to thy bed and say, Awake, Dar-thula! awake, ~ thon first of women! the wind of spring is si abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the “green hills. The woods wave their growing " leaves. Retire, O sun! the daughter of Colla " is asleep. She will not come forth in her beau
ty. She will not move in the steps of her love56 liness!”
Such was the song of the bards when they raised the tomb. I sung over the grave, when the king of Morven came; when he came to green Erin to fight with car-borne Cairbar!
Truthil was the founder of Darthula's family,
ARGUMENT.-CUTHULLIN, after the arms of Fingal had expelled Swaran from Ireland, continued to manage the affairs of that kingdom as the guardian of Cormac, the young king. In the third year of Cuthullin's administration, Torlath, the son of Cantéla, rebelled in Connaught: and advanced to Temora to dethrone Cormac. Cuthullin marched against him, came up with him at the Jake of Lego, and totally defeated his forces. Torlath fell in battle by Cuthullin's hand; but as he too eagerly pressed on the enemy, he was mortally wounded. The affairs of Cormac, though, for some time, supported by Nathos, as mentioned in the preceding poem, fell into confusion at the death of Cuthullin. Cormac himself was slain by the rebel Cairbar; and the re-establishment of the royal family of Ireland by Fingal, furnishes the subjest of the epic poem of Temora.
DEATH OF CUTHULLIN,
Is the wind on the shield of Fingal? Or is the “ voice of past times in my hall ? Sing on, sweet “ voice! for thou art pleasant. Thou carriest "away my night with joy. Sing on, O Bragéla, “ daughter of car-borne Sorglan!
“ It is the white wave of the rock, and not “ Cuthullin's sails. Often do the mists deceive " me for the ship of my love! when they rise “ round some ghost and spread their grey
skirts on the wind. Why dost thou delay thy con
ing, son of the generous Semio ? Four times has “autumn returned with its winds, and raised the “ seas of Togorma,* since thou hast been in the
of battles, and Bragéla distant far! Hills “ of the isle of mist! when will ye answer to « bis hounds? But ye are dark in
clouds. “ Sad Bragéla calls in vain! Night comes rolling « down.
The face of ocean fails. The heath“ cock's head is beneath his wing. The hind
* Togorma, i.e. the island of blue waves, one of the Hebrides, was subject to Connal, the son of Caithbat, Cuthullin's friend. He is sometimes called the son of Colgar, from one of that name who was the founder of the family. Connal, a few days before the news of Torlath's revolt came to Temora, had sailed to Togorma, his native isle; where he was detained by contrary winds daring the war ün which Cathullin was killed.