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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glenara</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,<br>Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?<br>'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear;<br>And her sire and her people are called to her bier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glenara came first, with the mourners and shroud;<br>Her kinsmen they followed, but mourned not aloud;<br>Their plaids all their bosoms were folded around;<br>They marched all in silence, - they looked on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In silence they reached, over mountain and moor,<br>To a heath where the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar;<br>'Now here let us place the gray stone of her cairn; - <br>Why speak ye no word?' said Glenara the stern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And tell me, I charge ye, ye clan of my spouse,<br>Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?'<br>So spake the rude chieftain; no answer is made.<br>But each mantle, unfolding, a dagger displayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud.'<br>Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud;<br>'And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem;<br>Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween,<br>When the shroud was unclosed and no lady was seen;<br>When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn, -<br>'Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief,<br>I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief;<br>On a rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem;<br>Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground,<br>And the desert revealed where his lady was found;<br>From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne;<br>Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?
'Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear;
And her sire and her people are called to her bier.

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