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ALONE I am, O Shilric! alone in the winter-house. With grief for thee I ex- 15 pired. Shilric, I am pale in the tomb.

SHE fleets, she sails away; as grey
mist before the wind!—and, wilt thou
not stay, my love? Stay and behold 1
my tears? fair thou appearest, my love!
fair thou waft, when alive!

By the molly fountain I will fit; on
the top of the hill of winds. When 5
mid-day is filent around, converse, O
my love, with me! come on the wings.
of the gale! on the blast of the moun-
tain, come! Let me hear thy voice, as
thou passest, when mid-day is filent a- 10
round.

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EV

III.

VENING is grey on the hills. The 1 north wind refounds through the woods. White clouds rife on the sky: the trembling snow defcends. The river howls afar, along its winding course. Sad, 5 by a hollow rock, the grey-hair'd Carryl

14,14-16 zwischen Anführungszeichen P

15 expired.] fell. P 17 grey] gray F fehlt P 18 Gedankenstrich fehlt P 15,1 my love?] Vinvela? P 2 tears?]! P 2 my love!] Vinvela! FP 6 converse ..... me!] O talk with me, Vinvela! P 7 wings of the] light-winged P 8 blast] breeze P 8 mountain,] defart, P 10 around.]! P

Fragment III. AB.

16,4 trembling] thin-wavering B

fat. Dry fern waves over his head; his 7 seat is in an aged birch. Clear to the roaring winds he lifts his voice of woe.

TOSSED on the wavy ocean is He, 10 the hope of the ifles; Malcolm, the support of the poor; foe to the proud in arms! Why hast thou left us behind? why live we to mourn thy fate? We might have heard, with thee, the voice 15 of the deep; have seen the oozy rock.

SAD on the fea-beat shore thy spouse looketh for thy return. The time of [17] thy promise is come; the night is ga- 1 thering around. But no white fail is on the fea; no voice is heard except the blustering winds. Low is the foul of the war! Wet are the locks of youth! 5 By the foot of some rock thou liest; washed by the waves as they come. Why, ye winds, did ye bear him on the defert rock? Why, ye waves, did ye roll over him?

BUT, Oh! what voice is that? Who rides on that meteor of fire! Green are his airy limbs. It is he! it is the ghost of Malcolm!-Rest, lovely foul, reft on the rock; and let me hear thy 15 voice! He is gone, like a dream of the night. I see him through the trees.

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17,3 is heard except] but B 16 voice! -] voice - B

Daughter of Reynold! he is gone. Thy spouse shall return no more. No more shall his hounds come from the 20 hill, forerunners of their master. No more from the distant rock shall his [18] voice greet thine ear. Silent is he in 1 the deep, unhappy daughter of Reynold!

I will fit by the stream of the plain. Ye rocks! hang over my head. Hear 5 my voice, ye trees! as ye bend on the fhaggy hill. My voice shall preserve the praise of him, the hope of the ifles.

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IV.

CONNAL, CRIMORA.

CRIMORA.

WHO cometh from the hill, like 1

a cloud tinged with the beam.
of the west? Whofe voice is that, loud
as the wind, but pleasant as the harp of
Carryl? It is my love in the light of 5

Fragment IV. ABFP 1762 eingefügt in "Carric-thura": F pg. 205 bis 206, P vol. I pg. 68-70 (T pg. 151-152).

Titelzeile] Schlußpunkt in A komma-ähnlich, in B klar. Zu CRIMORA (Überschrift vor Textzeile 1) Note in FP: Cri-móra, a woman of a great soul.

19,5 Carryl?] Carril? FP, mit Note: Perhaps the Carril mentioned here is the fame with Carril the fon of Kinfena, Cuchullin's [auch P so] bard. The name itself is proper to any bard, as it fignifies a sprightly and harmonious found.

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fteel; but fad is his darkened brow. 6
Live the mighty race of Fingal? or
what disturbs my Connal?

CONNAL.

THEY live. I faw them return from
the chace, like a stream of light. The 10
fun was on their shields: In a line they
defcended the hill. Loud is the voice of
the youth; the war, my love, is near. 1
To-morrow the enormous Dargo comes
to try the force of our race. The race of
Fingal he defies; the race of battle and
wounds.

CRIMORA.

CONNAL, I saw his fails like grey mist
on the sable wave. They came to land.
Connal, many are the warriors of
Dargo!

CONNAL.

BRING me thy father's shield; the iron 10 shield of Rinval; that shield like the full moon when it is darkened in the sky.

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19,6 brow.]! P 8 disturbs my Connal?] darkens in Connal's foul? P. Zu Connal Note in FP: Connal, the fon of Diaran, was one of the most famous heroes of Fingal; he was flain in a battle against Dargo a Briton; but whether by the hand of the enemy, or that of his mistress, tradition does not determine. 9 I saw them] They P II was] is P II fhields:]. FP 11 In a line] Like a ridge of fire BFP 12 defcended] defcend P 20,1 youth;]! P I near.]! P 2 enormous] terrible F dreadful P 5 wounds.]! P 6 grey] gray F 7 fable] dark-brown P 7 came] flowly came BFP 10 iron] boffy, iron FP 12 full moon when it] full-orbed moon, when fhe P 12 is] moves FP 12 in the fky.] through heaven. FP

CRIMORA.

THAT fhield I bring, O Connal; but 1 it did not defend my father. By the Spear of Gauror he fell. Thou mayst fall, O Connal!

CONNAL.

FALL indeed I may: But raise my
tomb, Crimora. Some stones, a mound
of earth, shall keep my memory.
Though fair thou art, my love, as the
light; more pleasant than the gale of
the hill; yet I will not stay. Raise my 10
tomb, Crimora.

CRIMORA.

THEN give me those arms of light; that fword, and that spear of steel. I shall meet Dargo with thee, and aid my [22] lovely Connal. Farewell, ye rocks of 1 Ardven! ye deer! and ye streams of the hill! We shall return no more. Our tombs are distant far.

21,3 Gauror] Gormar FP 3 mayst] may'st FP 5 indeed] fehlt P 5 may:]! P 6 Crimora.]! P 6 Some] Gray F Grey P 7 keep my memory.] fend my name to other times. P Hierauf Zusatz BFP: Bend thy red eye over my tomb, [grave, P] and [fehlt P] beat thy breast of fighs. [thy mournful heaving breast. FP] 10 stay.] here remain. P II Crimora.]! P 12 of light;] that gleam; P 14 thee,] Connal, P 14 my] him P 22,1 lovely Connal.] in the fight. P I Farewell,] Farewel, FP 3 Strich fehlt P 4 far.]! P

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