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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420763" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pipes At Lucknow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pipes of the misty moorlands,<br>Voice of the glens and hills;<br>The droning of the torrents,<br>The treble of the rills!<br>Not the braes of bloom and heather,<br>Nor the mountains dark with rain,<br>Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,<br>Have heard your sweetest strain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear to the Lowland reaper,<br>And plaided mountaineer, -<br>To the cottage and the castle<br>The Scottish pipes are dear; -<br>Sweet sounds the ancient pibroch<br>O'er mountain, loch, and glade;<br>But the sweetest of all music<br>The pipes at Lucknow played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day by day the Indian tiger<br>Louder yelled, and nearer crept;<br>Round and round the jungle-serpent<br>Near and nearer circles swept.<br>'Pray for rescue, wives and mothers, -<br>Pray to-day!' the soldier said;<br>'To-morrow, death's between us<br>And the wrong and shame we dread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, they listened, looked, and waited,<br>Till their hope became despair;<br>And the sobs of low bewailing<br>Filled the pauses of their prayer.<br>Then up spake a Scottish maiden.<br>With her ear unto the ground:<br>'Dinna ye hear it? - dinna ye hear it?<br>The pipes o' Havelock sound!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hushed the wounded man his groaning;<br>Hushed the wife her little ones;<br>Alone they heard the drum-roll<br>And the roar of Sepoy guns.<br>But to sounds of home and childhood<br>The Highland ear was true; -<br>As her mother's cradle-crooning<br>The mountain pipes she knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the march of soundless music<br>Through the vision of the seer,<br>More of feeling than of hearing,<br>Of the heart than of the ear,<br>She knew the droning pibroch,<br>She knew the Campbell's call:<br>'Hark! hear ye no MacGregor's,<br>The grandest o' them all!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, they listened, dumb and breathless,<br>And they caught the sound at last;<br>Faint and far beyond the Goomtee<br>Rose and fell the piper's blast!<br>Then a burst of wild thanksgiving<br>Mingled woman's voice and man's;<br>'God be praised! - the march of Havelock!<br>The piping of the clans!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louder, nearer, fierce as vengeance,<br>Sharp and shrill as swords at strife,<br>Came the wild MacGregor's clan-call,<br>Stinging all the air to life.<br>But when the far-off dust-cloud<br>To plaided legions grew,<br>Full tenderly and blithesomely<br>The pipes of rescue blew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round the silver domes of Lucknow.<br>Moslem mosque and Pagan shrine,<br>Breathed the air to Britons dearest,<br>The air of Auld Lang Syne.<br>O'er the cruel roll of war-drums<br>Rose that sweet and homelike strain;<br>And the tartan clove the turban,<br>As the Goomtee cleaves the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear to the corn-land reaper<br>And plaided mountaineer, -<br>To the cottage and the castle<br>The piper's song is dear.<br>Sweet sounds the Gaelic pibroch<br>O'er mountain, glen, and glade;<br>But the sweetest of all music<br>The pipes at Lucknow played!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Voice of the glens and hills;
The droning of the torrents,
The treble of the rills!
Not the braes of bloom and heather,
Nor the mountains dark with rain,
Nor maiden bower, nor border tower,
Have heard your sweetest st..."></div>
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