Galic Antiquities

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was tae echo of their fvvord?,
as they mixed on high, Uke flrcams
of lightning, when they iffue from dark clouds of many folds *.
The hills reply to their fhields. Luina trembles, with all its
woods. The heath fhafces its head ; the roes are afraid in their
dreams ; they think the chafe is already up, and the thought of
their fleep is of danger.—Still louder grows the noife in their ear ;
they think the approach of the hounds and the twang of the bow
are nearer. From their midnight flumber they flart ; their face is
towards the defart.
Terrible and long was the flrife of battle.—But the fliield of
Gaul is cleft in twain : and the blade of Garno flies in broken
pieces. Its found is like the whirlwind on Ardven, when it tears
the heath from its roots, and I'uftles through the leafy oak.
Gaul ftands like a whale, which the blue waves have left bare
upon a rock. Garno, like the return of a (lormy wave, rullies
on to grafp the chief. Around each other they clafp their finewy
arms ; like two contending fpirits of heaven, when all the ftorms
are awake. The rocking hills fhrink with fear from the thunder
of the fons of the fky ; and the gi^oves are blafted with their lightning.—