<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lachin y Gair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!<br>In you let the minions of luxury rove;<br>Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,<br>Though still they are sacred to freedom and love;<br>Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,<br>Round their white summits though elements war;<br>Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,<br>I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah ! there my young footsteps in infancy wandered;<br>My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;<br>On chieftains long–perished my memory ponder'd,<br>As daily I strode through the pine–covered glade;<br>I sought not my home till the day's dying glory<br>Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;<br>For fancy was cheered by traditional story,<br>Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Shades of the dead! Have I not heard your voices<br>Rise on the night–rolling breath of the gale?"<br>Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,<br>And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.<br>Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,<br>Winter presides in his cold icy car:<br>Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;<br>They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill–starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding<br>Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?<br>Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,<br>Victory crowned not your fall with applause:<br>Still were you happy in death's earthly slumber,<br>You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;<br>The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,<br>Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,<br>Years must elapse ere I tread you again:<br>Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,<br>Yet still you are dearer than Albion's plain.<br>England! thy beauties are tame and domestic,<br>To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar:<br>Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!<br>The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116792" data-title="Lachin y Gair de Byron" data-description="Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!/In you let the minions of luxury rove;/Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,/Though still they are sacred to freedom and love;/Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,/Round their white ..."></div> </div> </div>

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