<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Culloden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark, dark was the day when we looked on Culloden<br>And chill was the mist drop that clung to the tree,<br>The oats of the harvest hung heavy and sodden,<br>No light on the land and no wind on the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was wind, there was rain, there was fire on their faces,<br>When the clans broke the bayonets and died on the guns,<br>And 'tis Honour that watches the desolate places<br>Where they sleep through the change of the snows and the suns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unfed and unmarshalled, outworn and outnumbered,<br>All hopeless and fearless, as fiercely they fought,<br>As when Falkirk with heaps of the fallen was cumbered,<br>As when Gledsmuir was red with the havoc they wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, woe worth you, Sleat, and the faith that you vowed,<br>Ah, woe worth you, Lovat, Traquair, and Mackay;<br>And woe on the false fairy flag of Macleod,<br>And the fat squires who drank, but who dared not to die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the graves of Clan Chattan are clustered together,<br>Where Macgillavray died by the Well of the Dead,<br>We stooped to the moorland and plucked the pale heather<br>That blooms where the hope of the Stuart was sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a whisper awoke on the wilderness, sighing,<br>Like the voice of the heroes who battled in vain,<br>'Not for Tearlach alone the red claymore was plying,<br>But to bring back the old life that comes not again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</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=344246" data-title="Culloden de Andrew Lang" data-description="Dark, dark was the day when we looked on Culloden And chill was the mist drop that clung to the tree, The oats of the harvest hung heavy and sodden, No light on the land and no wind on the sea. There was wind, there was rain, there was fire on th..."></div> </div> </div>

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