In armour came a stately form: I mixed my strokes with the chief. By turns our shields are pierced loud rung our steely mails. His helmet fell to the ground. In brightness shone the foe. His eyes, two pleasant flames, rolled between his wandering locks. I knew Cathmor of Atha, and threw my spear on earth. Dark, we turned, and silent passed to mix with other foes.

"Not so passed the striving kings. They mixed in echoing fray; like the meeting of ghosts in the dark wing of winds. Through either breast rushed the spears; nor yet lay the foes on earth! A rock received their fall; half-reclined they lay in death. Each held the lock of his foe; each grimly seemed to roll his eyes. The stream of the rock leapt on their shields, and mixed below with blood ".

"The battle ceased in I-thorno. The strangers met in peace: Cathmor from Atha of streams, and Ossian, king of harps. We placed the dead

As when a heap of gathered thorns is cast,
Now to, now fro, before th' autumnal blast.

5 The stream of the rock leapt on their shields, and mixed below with blood.] Highlander, v. 54.

Tay circles round, and mingles with his blood.

in earth. Our steps were by Runar's bay. With the bounding boat, afar, advanced a ridgy wave. Dark was the rider of seas, but a beam of light was there, like the ray of the sun, in Stromlo's rolling smoke. It was the daughter of Surandronlo, wild in brightened looks. Her eyes were wandering flames, amidst disordered locks. Forward is her white arm, with the spear; her highheaving breast is seen, white as foamy waves that rise, by turns, amidst rocks. They are beautiful, but terrible, and mariners call the winds !"

"Come, ye dwellers of Loda!" she said, come, Carchar, pale in the midst of clouds! Sluthmor, that stridest in airy halls! Corchtur, terrible in winds! Receive, from his daughter's spear, the foes of Suran-dronlo. No shadow, at his roaring streams; no mildly-looking form was he! When he took up his spear, the hawks shook their sounding wings; for blood was poured around the steps of dark-eyed Suran

6 When he took up his spear, the hawks shook their sounding wings.] From REGNER LODBROG's Death Song, in Blair's Dis sertation.

Gaudebat pugna lætus

Accipiter ab gladiorum ludum.

See Cath-Loda, iii. 7.

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dronlo. He lighted me, no harmless beam, to glitter on his streams. Like meteors I was bright; but I blasted the foes of Suran-dronlo."

Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla, the praise of Cathmor of shields. He was within her soul, like a fire in secret heath, which awakes at the voice of the blast, and sends its beam abroad". Amidst the song removed the daughter of kings, like the voice of a summer breeze; when it lifts the heads of flowers, and curls the lakes and streams. The rustling sound gently spreads o'er the vale, softly-pleasing as it saddens the soul.

7 He was within her soul, like a fire in secret heath, which awakes at the voice of the blast, and sends its beam abroad.] Uror ut indomitis ignem. OVID. POPE's Sappho to Phaon. I burn, I burn, as when through ripen'd corn,

By driving winds, the spreading flames are borne.

8 Like the soft sound of a summer breeze, when it lifts the heads of flowers, and curls the lakes and streams.] First edit. From POPE's Eloisa.

The wandering streams that shine between the hills,

The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,

The dying gales that pant upon the trees,

The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze.

And in the additional sentence: "The rustling sound spreads o'er the vale, softly pleasing as it saddens the soul;" POPE'S VIsionary Maid was still in view.

By night came a dream to Ossian; formless stood the shadow of Trenmor 9. He seemed to strike the dim shield, on Selma's streamy rock. I rose, in my rattling steel; I knew that war was near. Before the winds our sails were spread; when Lumon shewed its streams to the morn. Come from the watching of night, Malvina, lonely beam!

But o'er the twilight groves, and dusky caves, Long sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose; Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green. "When it lifts the head of flowers--softly pleasing, as it saddens the soul."

9 By night came a dream to Ossian; without form stood the shadow of Trenmor.] First edit. In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon man-Then a spirit passed before my face. It stood still, but I could discern the form thereof. Job, iv. 13.