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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loch-Duich</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LooH-DuicH, hail ! Scene so all-resplendent!<br>Were power befitting my wish now mine,<br>Soon, in a song as my theme transcendent.<br>Thy charms unmatched would forever shine.<br>While storms are often o'er ocean sweeping,<br>Unbroken here is thy slumber, deep<br>And calm as that of an infant sleeping<br>Near some sad mother who wakes to weep.<br>Well may the skiff of the fisher daring.<br>When tempest-tossed on a sea more wide.<br>Be often seen towards thee glad-steering,<br>Assured of safety on thy calm tide.<br>Ye hills that soar in stern beauty yonder.<br>Proud watchers over Loch-duich's rest.<br>Well may ye glory to see your grandeur<br>Thus mirror'd daily in Duich's breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How grand the sight when, with night advancing.<br>The stars seem touching your summits bold !<br>Nor less the joy when, your charms enhancing.<br>The morning crowns you with wreaths of gold.<br>Hark ! 'tis yon urchins among tLe heather,<br>—<br>They see green woods in the lake below,<br>And fondly question each other whether<br>Brown nuts and berries may 'mong them grow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The herd-boy near them, with no less wonder,<br>Sees kine within the lake's bosom clear,<br>And thankful seems, as he looketh on there,<br>The he d he tendeth himself still near !<br>DunDonnan !* tow'ring there, grim and ^oary<br>—<br>Thou ghost of greatness long passed away,<br>Outliving scenes once thy grace and glory.<br>Good cause thou hast to look sad and gray.<br>Thou seem'st like Ossian, alone, lamenting<br>His vanished prowess—his kindred dead ;<br>Time, thy stern foeman, knows no relenting ;<br>Soon, soon shall all but thy fame be fled.<br>'Tis said,' when moonbeams are round thee gleaming,<br>Oft by thy sea-circled base is seen<br>A maiden form of the gentlest seeming.<br>Sad- singing there 'mong the seaweed green.<br>The passing fisherman shrewdly guesses<br>That hapless nymph of the golden hair<br>Is sad because of the missed caresses<br>From some false lover once hers to share !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye streams, that ever in grateful numbers<br>Pour to Loch-duich your tribute due,<br>I marvel not it so often slumbers.<br>Lulled by the anthems thus sung by you.<br>More properly, Caisteal Donnain, once the residence of the 'Stem son of<br>Lord Kenneth, high Chief of Kintail 1'MacColl's Poems. 125<br>Here—through fair, Jower-mantled meadows pasaiug,<br>Ye, lingering, waken your softest song ;<br>There—higher up, bright as sunbeams flashing,<br>Ye ceaseless roar, rage, and rush along</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scur-Orain, chief of a thousand mountains !<br>Storm-swept and bare though thy forehead be,<br>The stag delights to live by thy fountains ;—<br>Hark ! 'tis the crv of the Chase in thee !<br>What though, with fleetness the winds excelling,<br>The quarry far to the desert flies,<br>Ere ends that yell 'mong the rocks far-pealing<br>The antler'd Pride of the Forest dies.<br>Fain would I sing of yon dell roe-haunted,<br>And thou, Kiutail of the woodlands gay.<br>Where the cuckoo's first spring notes are chanted,<br>And wildflowers grace even Winter's sway !<br>Nor would Glensheil in my lay find wanting<br>The praises due to its minstrel throng.<br>But most of all to the charmers haunting<br>That happy Eden of love and song !<br>But time forbids. Fare thee well, Loch-duich !<br>Though thy green banks I no more may see,<br>While life's warm stream in my bosom floweth<br>I'll cease not lauding and loving thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Evan+MacColl">Evan MacColl</a><div class=q>
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Were power befitting my wish now mine,
Soon, in a song as my theme transcendent.
Thy charms unmatched would forever shine.
While storms are often o'er ocean sweeping,
Unbroken here is thy slumber, deep
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