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Now might I tell how filence reign'd throughout,
And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout;
How ev'ry claimant, tortur’d with desire,
Was paie as alhes, or as red as fire:
But, loose to fame, the Muse more simply acts,
Rejects all flourish, and relates mere faéts.

The judges, as the sev'ral parties came,
With tempe's heard, with judgment weigh'd each clairti,
And in their sentence happily agreed,
In name of both, great Shakespear thus decreed:

If manly sense; if nature linh'd with art;
If thorough knowledge of the human heart;
If pow'ss of acting, vast and unconfin'd;
If feweii faults with grcatest beauties join'd;
If strong expresion, and strange pow's», which lie
Within the magic circle of the eye:
If feelings which few hearts, like his, can know,
And which no face fo well as his can fhew;
Deserve the pref'rence; Garrick, take the chair;
Nor quit it- till thou place an equal there.

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DAIR light! that, brcaling through the clouds of day,

I Dartelt along the well thy silver ray:
Whose radiant lochs around their glory spread,
As o'er the hills thou rear'ít thy glittering head:
Bright evening star! what sees thy farhling eye?
What fpirits glide their mouldering bodies nigh?
The fiorm is o'er; and now the murmuring sound,
Of distant torrents crecps along the ground;

* This poem fxes the antiquitycfacunom, whicii vall.nown to inve prevalud aficrwards, in the north of Scot and, and in ireland. The hards, a: an anni.ifuati, providedly mins or chef, repatitucir moms, and fuch of them as were thought, by bun, worthy of being parteriell, vajecalciully taught to their childrin, in order to have them tranfmitted to poticity: - It was one of thote ocions that attended the subject of terreine poenn to Oran. is cated in the original, ine song of Selma, which lite it was the shit prope" :o adopt in the tranfiition.

The poem is eripe's lyric, and has ganar vorice of relation. The across to the paningitis, Witin which it ojons, hry i s original tin hunc y that nun'ers could give it; toring an vii? that fringiz?!: lofts nets, which the l e rbod nitaire inspir-olite of the luns which are intained in this piece, were putea ing the fagnients of an cient pouiry, pinteul li yer. Seeilun. O u lciane


Around the rocks the lashing billows cling;
And drowsy beetles rise on feeble wing :
Across the plain I hear their humming flight;
But what, bright beam! is seen by thine all-piercing fight?
Ha! thou dost hasten smiling to the west;
In Ocean s wat'ry bed to take thy rest.
With open arms its waves thy form embrace,
Bathe thy bright locks, and hide thy lovely face.
Farewell, thou silent harbinger of night! -
Thine aid's supplied by Ofian's mental fight.-

I see, I feel, the light arise,
That opes the bard's all-fecing eyes.--
And now, on Lora's rising ground;
My friends departed gather round;
As when they met in former days,
To hear and sing the songs of praise.
Lo! Fingal like a watery cloud,
Around him fee! his warriors croud,
And bards, to whom did once belong
The strength and sweetness of the song.
There Ullin's locks of Glver gray,
And Ryno, comely as the day :
Alpin *, with tuneful voice; and there
The songstress sweet, Minona fair;
On whose so softly plaintive tongue
Enraptur'd chiefs attentive hung:-

Alas! my friends! if these my friends I see,
How chang'd your faded forms appear to me!
How chang'd indeed! since when, at Fingal's call,
Our songs were heard in Selma's echoing hall;
When o'er the festive board and jovial shell,
Our harps were strung of mighty deeds to tell,
Of heroes Dain, and tales of inaiden's wrongs ;
Our friendly contest whose the nobicft forgs.
''Twas there Minona +, then a beauteous maid.
Whose blushing cheeks her modelt feurs Letray'd.

• Alpin is from the same root with Albion, or rather Albir, the ancient name of Britain; Alp, high inland, or country. The present name of our itand has its original in the Celt c tongue; fo that those who derived it from any o:ber, betrayed the rignorance of the ancient language of our country. --Breac't i variegated island, so called from the jace of the country, froin the natives painting tumfelv:, or froin their party colourer cloaths.

1 Onlian introduces Minoni, not in the ideal icene of his own mind, which he had described; but at the annual feail of Selma, where the bards repeated their works before Fingal.


With locks expos'd to every gust of wind,
And tearful eye, that spoke her anxious mind,
Stood forth, the tale of hapless love to fing;
To footh the soul of Morven's mighty king,
The feast forgot, the chiefs no more rejoice;
But mournful listen to her plaintive voice.
For well they knew where Salgar's* corse was laid,
And Colma st tomb, the snow-white-bofom'd maid.
Hard was her lot, fair virgin ! all alone,
On mountain wilds to vent her fruitless moan ;-
To chide her lover's absence, as unkind,
And waficher voice of music in the wind:
With tears of death, in anguish, to deplore
Her fallen friends, who rise, alas! no more.

Her fad complaint the fair Minona sung, Io words that dropp'd from Colma's tuneful tongue.

Tis night; and, on the hill of storms

Alone doth Colma ftray;
While round her shriek fantastic forms

Of ghosts, that hate the day.

O'er rocks the torrent roars amain,

The whirlwind's voice is high ;
To save her from the wind and rain,

No frieedly shelter nigh!
Rise, moon! kind stars ! appear awhile,

And guide me to the place ;
Where rests my love, o'ercome with toil,

And wearied with the chace.

Some light ! direct me, helpless maid !

Where, fitting on the ground,
His bow unftrung is near him laid,

His panting dogs around.
Else by the rock, the stream beside,

I here must sit me down;
While howls the wind, and roars the tide,

My lover's call to drown.

* Sraig.'er, a hunter.
t Culmath, a se man uitli fine hair.


Ah! why, my Salgar! this delay?

Where ftray thy ling’ring feet? Didst thou not promise in the day

Thy love at night to meet?

Here is the rock, and here the tree,

Thine own appointed spot; Thy promise canst thou break with me? ; And is my love forgot?

For thee I'd dare my brother's pride,.

My father's house would fly; For thee forfake my mother's side;

With thee to live and die.

„Be hush’d, ye winds! how loud ye brawl!

Stream! stand a moment still, Perhaps my love may hear me call,

Upon the neighbouring hill.

Ho! Salgar! Salgar! mend thy pace:

To Colma halte away. 'Tis 1, and this th' appointed place:

Al! wherefore this delay?

Kind moon! thou giv'st a friendly light;

And lo! the glasly stream,
And the grey rocks, through dulky night

Reflect thy silver beam.

Yet I desery not Salgar's form:

No dogs before him run.Shall I not perish by the storm,

Before to-morrow's sun?

But what behold I, on the heath?

My love! my brother! laid
O speak, my friends! nor hold your breath,

T'affright a trembling maid.

They answer not they sleepam they're dead

Alas! the horrid fight-
Here lie their angry Iwords, still red

And bleeding from the fight..

· Ah! wherefore lies, by Salgar lain,

My brother, bleeding here? VOL. IV.

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