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This poem, which, properly speaking, is a continuation of the

last, opens with an address to Sul-malla, the daughter of the king of Inis-huna, whom Ossian met at the chace, as he returned from the battle of Rath-col. Sul-malla invites Ossian and Oscar to a feast, at the residence of her father, who was then absent in the wars. Upon hearing their name and family, she relates an expedition of Fingal into Inis-huna. She casually mentioning Cathmor, chief of Atha (who then assisted her father against his enemies), Ossian introduces the episode of Culgorm and Surandronlo, two Scandinavian kings, in whose wars Ossian himself and Cathmor were engaged on opposite sides. The story is imperfect, a part of the original being lost. Ossian, warned in a dream by the ghost of Trenmor, sets sail from Inis-buna. MACPHERSON.



Who 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 heaving breast. White is her arm behind, as slow she bends the bow.) Highlander, vi. 15.

Bright rings of gold her braided ringlets bind;
The rattling quiver, laden, hangs behind;
She seized, with snowy hand, the polish'd bow,
And moved before, majestically slow.

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

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

green land.

2 Tonthena looked in, from the sky, and saw her tossing arms.] A 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
One of the heavenly host, and, by his gait,
None of the meanest; some great potentate,

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 high, in my 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 abote; such majesty
Invests him coming.

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