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The valiant Grahame, the Mountain-youth arose;
flies. The steel.head mark'd a circle as it run, Flam'd with the splendour of the setting fun.
Thus when the night the weeping sky o’er-veils,
Thus flew the spear, and, sinking, in the mound,
Dismisses thro' the air the murm'ring dart :
Next valiant Alpin takes the pond'rous spears.
The waving haft is planted on the mound;
Thus when strong winds the aged tow'r invade, And throw the shapeless ruin from its head; It falls and cleaves its bed into the ground ; The valley shakes, and rocks complain around,
All try the mark to reach, but try in vain; All, falling short, unequal wound the plain. Alpin with diffidence assumes the stone, For such a space had SOMERLED o'er thrown: Th' unwieldy rock a while he weighs with care, Then, springing, fends it whizzing thro' the air ; The wond'ring warriors view it as it rolls; Far o'er the distant mark the discus falls :
It shakes the plain and deals a gaping wound; Such as when headlong torrents tear the ground.
Th’ applauding chiefs own in the manly game The Hero great, as in the fields of fame.
CULENA, leaning on her snowy arms Observant, from the window points her charms. Th' imperial virgin faw with pleasing pain, The fav'rite youth victorious on the plain : Sadly the sigh’d, accusing cruel fate, Which chain'd her in captivity of state.
The veil of night had now inwrapt the pole; The feast renew'd, goes round the sparkling bowl. Great INDULPH rose with favour-speaking mein; Approaching Alpin thus the king began : s Say, will the ftranger tell from whence he came To reap this harvest of unrivall'd fame? Nobler the youth, who, tho' before unknown, From merit mounts to virtue and renown, Than be, set up by an illustrious race, Totters aloft, and scarce can keep his place !" The monarch spoke :---attentive look the peers, And long to drink his voice with greedy ears.
End of Canto fourth.
C A N T O V.
HE Hero, rising from his lofty seat,
Thus, unpresumptuously accosts the great: “The fame of DENMARK pass'd our mountains o'er, And fill'd our ears on ABRIA's distant Thore : Brave RYNOLD starts : ... the aged chief alarms, And kindles all his family to arms.. A hundred youths, who, from the sounding wood, Or tow'ring mountain brought their living food, Obey the bag-pipe's voice ; for all, in view Of Rynold's seat, the friendly Canton grew. The hoary warrior leads the onward path, No stranger to the road which led to death. Behind advancing, I, with martial care, Lead on the youthful thunder-bolts of war ; With arms anticipate the kindling fire, And move to ev'ry motion of my fire.
“On Grampus,night her mantle round us throws; We Dept in heath--the dappled morn arose : Descending thence pursue our headlong way, And cross the filver errors of the Tay. Groans, feeble shrieks, ascending from the vale, Speak on the pinions of the southern gale.
A dismal scene breaks on our distant eyes;
« The senior saw it with indignaat eyes,
“ Thus RYNOLD formed on the mountain's brow,,