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SULMALLA OF LUMON:
Ho moves so stately, on Lumon, at the roar of the foamy waters? Her hair falls upon her heaving breast. White is her arm behind, as slow she bends the bow'. Why dost thou wander in deserts, like a light through a cloudy field ? The young roes are panting, by their secret rocks. Return, thou daughter of kings !
• Who moves so stately on Lumon-Her hair falls upon her hearing breast. White is her arm behind, as slow she bends the bow.] Highlander, vi. 15.
Bright rings of gold her braided ringlets bind;
the cloudy night is near ! It was the young branch of green Inis-huna, Sul-malla of blue eyes. She sent the bard from her rock, to bid us to her feast. Amidst the song we sat down, in Cluba's echoing hall. White moved the hands of Sul-malla, on the trembling strings. Halfheard amidst the sound, was the name of Atha's king: he that was absent in battle for her own green
land. Nor absent from her soul was he; he came midst her thoughts by night. Tonthena looked in, from the sky, and saw her tossing arms?
The sound of shells had ceased. Amidst long locks, Sul-malla rose. She spoke with bended eyes, and asked of our course through seas; "for of the kings of men are ye, tall riders of the wave 3."
“Not unknown,” I said, “at his
2 Tonthena looked in, from the sky, and saw her tossing arms.] Cold Frosty Morning.
The moon look'd in, and envied my love's charms. 3 Sul-malla here discovers the quality of Ossian and Oscar from their stature and stately gait. MACPHERSON.
“ For of the kings of men are ye, tall riders of the wave.” Par. Lost, xi. 228.
For I descry
streams is he, the father of our race. Fingal has been heard of at Cluba. blue-eyed daughter of kings. Nor only, at Cona's stream, is Ossian and Oscar known. Foes trembled at our voice, and shrunk in other lands."
“Not unmarked,” said the maid, “by Sulmalla, is the shield of Morven's king. It hangs
father's hall, in memory of the past; when Fingal came to Cluba, in the days of other years.
Loud roared the boar of Culdarnu, in the midst of his rocks and woods. Inis-huna sent her youths, but they failed; and virgins wept over tombs. Careless went Fingal to Culdarnu. On his spear rolled the strength of the woods. He was bright, they said, in his locks, the first of mortal men. Nor at the feast were heard his words. His deeds passed from his soul of fire, like the rolling of vapours from the face of the wandering sun. Not careless looked the blue eyes of Cluba on his stately steps. In white bosoms rose the king of Selma, in the midst of their thoughts by night. But the winds bore the stranger to the echoing vales of his roes.
Or of the thrones above ; such majesty
Nor lost to other lands was he, like a meteor that sinks in a cloud. He came forth, at times, in his brightness, to the distant dwelling of foes. His fame came, like the sound of winds, to Cluba's woody vale."
“Darkness dwells in Cluba of harps : the race of kings is distant far; in battle is my father Conmor: and Lormar my brother, king of streams. Nor darkening alone are they; a beam, from other lands, is nigh; the friend of strangers in Atha, the troubler of the field. High, from their misty hills, look forth the blue eyes of Erin; for he is far away, young dweller of their souls ! Nor harmless, white hands of Erin! is Cathmor in the skirts of war; he rolls ten thousand before him, in his distant field.” “Not unseen by Ossian,” I said,
" rushed Cathmor from his streams, when he poured his strength on I-thorno, isle of many waves! In strife met two kings in l-thorno, Culgorm and Suran-dronlo : each from his echoing isle, stern hunters of the boar!
They met a boar, at a foamy stream: each pierced him with his spear. They strove for the fame of the deed; and gloomy battle rose. From
isle to isle they sent a spear, broken and stained with blood, to call the friends of their fathers, in their sounding arms. Cathmor came, from Erin, to Culgorm, red-eyed king: I aided Suran-dronlo, in his land of boars.
• We rushed on either side of a stream, which roared through a blasted heath. High broken rocks were round, with all their bending trees. Near were two circles of Loda, with the stone of power; where spirits descended, by night, in dark-red streams of fire. There, mixed with the murmur of waters, rose the voice of aged men; they called the forms of night to aid them in their war."
Heedless I stood, with my people, where fell the foamy stream from rocks. The moon moved red from the mountain. My song, at times, arose. Dark, on the other side, young Cathmor heard
my voice; for he lay, beneath the oak, in all his gleaming arms. Morning came; we rushed to fight: from wing to wing is the rolling of strife. They fell, like the thistle's head, beneath autumnal winds 4
4 Like the thistle's head beneath autumnal winds.] Pope's Odyssey, Y. 417.