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strike the Shield of Caithbait which hangs before the Gate. It never rings in Peace. My Heroes shall hear on the Hill.—

FRAGMENT XV.
DUCHOMMAR, MORN A.

DUCHOMMAR.

MO R N A [a], thou fairest of Women, Daughter of Cormac-Carbre? why in the Circle of Stones, in the Cave of the Rock, alone? The Stream murmereth hoarsely. The Blast groaneth in the aged Tree. The Lake is troubled before thee. Dark are the Clouds of the Sky. But thou art like Snow on the Heath. Thy Hair like a thin Cloud of Gold on the Top of Cromleach. Thy Breasts like two smooth Rocks on the Hill which is (een from the Stream of Brannuln. Thy Arms, as two white Pillars in the Hall of Fingal.

M o R N A.

Whence the Son of Mugruch, Duchommar the most gloomy of Men? Dark are thy Brows of Ter

[»] The Signification of the Names in this Fragment are Dubcbtmar, a black weli sliaped Man; Murine or Mania a Woman beloved by ail. Ctirmac-Cairbre, an unequalled and rough Warrior. Crcmleacb, 3 crooked Hill. Mugrucb, a surly gloomy Man. Tarman, Thunder, Mime, soft in Temper and Person.

ror. ror. Red thy rolling Eyes. Does Garve appear

on the Sea? What of the Foe, Duchommar?

Duchommar.

From the Hill I return, O Morna, from the Hill of the flying Deer. Three have I slain with my Bow; three with my panting Dogs. Daughter of Cor mac-Car bre, I love thee as my Soul. I have slain a Deer for thee. High was his branchy Head j and fleet his Feet of Wind.

Morna.

Gloomy Son of Mugruch, Duchommar! I love thee not: Hard is thy Heart of Rock; Dark thy terrible Brow. But Cadmor the Son of Tarman, thou art the Love of Morna! thou art like a ^un-beam on the Hill, in the Day of the gloomy Storm. Sawest thou the Son of Tarman, lovely on the Hill of the Chace? Here the Daughter of Cormac-Carbre waiteth the coming of Cadmor.

Duchommar.

And long shall Morna wait. His Blood is on my Sword. I met him by the mossy Stone, by the Oak of the noisy Stream. He fought; but I slew him; his Blood is on my Swotd. High on the Hill I will raise his Tomb, Daughter of Cormac-Carbre. But love thou the Son of Mugruch; his Arm is strong as a Storm.

Morna.

M O R N A.

And is the Son of Tarman fallen ; the Youth with the Breast of Snow! the first in (the Chace of the Hill; the Foe of the Sons of the Ocean !—Duchommar , thou art gloomy indeed; cruel is thy Arm to me,—But give me that Sword, Son of Mugruch; I love the Blood of Cadmor!

[He gives her the Sword, with which she instantly - stabs him.]

Duchommar.

Daughter of Cormac-Carbre, thou hast pierced Duchommar! the Sword is cold in my Breast} thou hast killed the Son of Mugruch. G i ve me to Moinit the Maid; for much she loved Duchommar. My Tomb she will raise on the Hill; the Hunter shall

fee it, and praise me. But draw the Sword from

my Side, Morna; I seel it cold.

[Upon her coming near him^ he stabs her. As ftie sell, she plucked a Stone from the Side of the Cave, and placed it betwixt them, that his Blood might not be mingled with hers.]

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FRAGMENT XVI. .

WHERE is Gealchojsa [>] my Love, the1 Daughter of Tuathal-Teachvar! I left her in the Hall of ihe Plain, when I fought with the hairy l/lfadha. Return soon, she faid, O Lamderg! for here I wait in Sorrow. Her white Breast rose with Sighs; her Cheek was wet with Tears. But she cometh not to meet Lamderg; or sooth his Soul after Battle. Silent is the Hall of Joy; I hear not the Voice of the Ginger. Branp does not shake his Chains at the Gate, glad at the coming of his Master. "Where is Gealchojsa my Love,, the Daughter of Tuatbal Teachvar?

Lamderg! fays Firchios Son of Aydon, Gealchojsa may be on the Hill; she and her chosen Maids pursuing the flying Deer.

Firchios! no Noise I hear. No Sound in the Wood of the Hill. No Deer fly in my Sight; no panting Dog pursueth. I see not Gealchojsa my Love; fair as the full Moon sefting on the Hills of

\x\ The Signification of the Names in this Fragment are; Gealcboj/ack, white-legged. Tuetbal-Teacbtmbar, surly, but fortunate Man. Lambdearg, Bloody-hand. Ulsadba, Long-beard. Fircbch, the Conqueror of Men.

I Cromleach Cromleach. Go, Fir Mot ! go to Allad [ y J, the Grey-haired Son of the Rock. He liveth in the Circle of Stones; he may tell of Gealchojsa.

/Iliad! faith Firchios, thou who dwellest in the Rock; thou who tremblest alone i what faw thine Eyes of Age?

I faw, answered Mad the Old, Vllin the Son of Carbre: He came like a Cloud from the Hill i he hummed a surly Song as he came, like a Storm in leafless Wood. He entered the Hall of the Plain. Lamderg, he cried, most dreadful of Men! Fight or yield to Ullin. Lamderg, replied Geakhoffa, Lamderg is not here; he fights the Hairy Ulfadha; mighty Man, he is not here. But Lamderg never yields; he will fight the Son of Carbre. Lovely art thou, O Daughter of TiiathalTeachvar! faid Ullin. I carry thee to the House of Carbre; the Valiant shall have Gealchojsa. Three Days from the Top of Cromleach will I call Lamderg to fight. The fourth, you belong to Ullin, if Lamderg die, or fly my Sword.

Allad! Peace to thy Dreams 'Mound the Horn j Firchios !Ullin may hear, and meet me on the Top of Cromleach.

Lamderg rushed on like a Storm. On his Spear he leaped over Rivers* Few were his Strides up the

[y ] Allad is plainly a Druid consulted on this Occasion.

Vol. II, M Hill*

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