The enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1804-1815, 1805-12-31
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opon the plain now let us liyht. 1872
And let our hofs behold the 6yhr.
ney on our ttriis hall look with fear:
Ike nariners,approaching near
-, roeIs where waves impetuous roar,
hcy lee with dread, aud nun the l,ore.s
Like heavens fun thou dot arife
Upon nv fou, !" the chief replies:
Torlath, mighty is thy arm,
sAnd worthy Of my anger warm.
Ye men of Ullin now retire
Where dark SIimora'> groves afpire
from thence on Semo's ion look down,
I'm the bright day This renown.
Sarril, if fha fall in fight,
i ell thou to Connal chief OF ,n;cb,.
That accufed the winds; which roar
Upon Togorina's rocky ihore.
For never was he abfent found
When role the ftrife of NV renowr.
Let his bright fword round Cormac glean,.
Ike heavens ierene refulgent beam.
ms Council let Teniora hear
heh CANCERS gloomy day is near"
he ruth'd in his retounding arms,
AS Loda's fPirit mida the Forms. . y
When over Locklms leas he flies.
And fcatters battles from his ewes.
HIS mighty hand fuaaius the fpear.
winds lit on high his flaming hair;
ny the dim waning moon's faint ish,
TVS dreadful features rife to fight.
So terrible to combat came
Cuthun in his day Of fame.
His hand laid Torlath OIL the ground
And 1ego's heroes mouf o d around.
AgaInit the chief they gathere,. fan
as clouds horne on the defert's b.sf.
a thouiand fwords arofe to view:
"A thouiand fesihered arrows dew.
but IKE a rock midi waves he GOOD,
heT tell around he Erode in blood - E-
Dark Slimora echoed far.
he ions Of Ullin came to war:
= he battle over Lego fpread;
Cuthullin ftrew'd the field with dead;
with fame resurn'd acrois The plain,
But IN his face no Joy was feen.
Aupale he. rolrd his eyes around
Cr iilent caft them on the ground.
His veighty fword unfheath'd remains,
ms bending fpear his 1eps furtains.
0 Carril," loft the chief did fay,"
Cnshuns 1rength has pan away.
With times departed are my days.
No more I'll fee the mornings rays.
They at Temora fearch around:
Bnt there no more fial be found.
corrac fhall pour the tear Of grief;
And weeping fay" where's Erin's chief,
But far renowned is nv name.
Bards hall 70 fong preferve nv fame.
ne youth ihallfay, and f.cret fgh,
LEI me like CuthuIlin die
For as a robe he wore renownt.
he light OF honour beam'd around"
Draw iron, my iide the dart away:
Beneath that oak Cuthullin Law;
And place the, held of Cathbat nigb
Anda my fathers arms Illlie"
" And is the fon OF Semo dead ~.
Thus with fgh old Carril faid
Mourntul are Tura's molly walls
And borrow dweils in Dunfcais halls:
Thy fpouie in yonth is left alone
And lonely is thy little font
He'll fondly ak his mother dear
Why thus fhe fheddeh forrow's tear.
Then to the wall he'll raife his eye,
And fee his fathers fword on high;
Whole fword" he'll ak his mother hears,,
Atreih defend her flowing tears.
Whplike the hart looks wildly rouyd
To fearch his friend, no longer found )
o Connal, fay where haft thou been.
When here the mighty chief was aain
Say, did Togorp,a's roaring fea
And fouthern winds thy fails deIav,
The mighty chief has fallen in war
And CoIgars fon thou wait not there,
Let none the tale in Selma tell:
Nor on high Morven's woody hill,
" To Fngal fadnefs will return
And all the defart's ions will mourn"
BY Legos darkly.rolling wave,
They RATED the car-borne hero's grave.
There at diitanee Luatb lies,
And high the fongs of bards arife.
Bleit be the foul, o Semo's fo1
Irancendent thou in war haff Thone.
Thy ifrength was like rivers force.
Thy fpeed was ike the eagles courfe:
Dreadful thy path whete battle roar'd.
The iteps of death were near thy fword.
Chief OF Dunfcai. ma,'ft thou reG.
Semo's fon thy foul h. bleA
No heros fword has laid thee low.
No warriors pear made thy blood flow
Like deaths fharp fling, the arrow came.
From fone weak hand unknown to fame.
Peaceful may thy fprit ren
Carcinoma chief Of the ifle Of min
The brave have left Temora's wall;
And none remain in Cormacs hall;
In carly youth the king fl,al mourn;
Nor fee againthy winl'd return.
Thy guardian lh,eid has ceas'd its found
And Cormacs foes are gathering round
Be thy -reA foft in thy cave,
Chef OF Erin's warriors brave
my iPouie no more expects thee home,
Or lees thy fails IN Oceans foam;
NO more The walks the more along,
To liRen to thy rowers fong.
Sad in the hall fhe fits and eyes
The arms Of him who lowly lies
Thine eyes are fill'd with tears of grief,
Daughter OF Sorglan, car-borne chief
Happy be thy foul in death
Chief of Tura', fliady heath!
Hisitfbo fbe mother Of Calvar 6eeak,.
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