George Gordon Byron ( )


Lachin Y Gair


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, belovd are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war:
Though cataracts foam stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
  I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy, wanderd:
  My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
On chieftains, long perishd, my memory ponderd,
  As daily I strode through the pine-coverd glade;
I sought not my home, till the days dying glory
  Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was cheerd, by traditional story,
  Disclosd by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.

Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
  Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?
Surely, the soul of the hero rejoices,
  And rides on the wind, oer his own Highland vale!
Round Loch na Garr, while the stormy mist gathers,
  Winter presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds, there, encircle the forms of my Fathers;
  They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.

Ill starrd, though brave, did no visions foreboding
  Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?
Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,
  Victory crownd not your fall with applause:
Still were you happy, in deaths earthy slumber,
  You rest with your clan, in the caves of Braemar;
The Pibroch resounds, to the pipers loud number,
  Your deeds, on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.

Years have rolld on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
  Years must elapse, ere I tread you again:
Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you,
  Yet still are you dearer than Albions plain:
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic,
  To one who has rovd on the mountains afar:
Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,
  The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.



George Gordon Byron's other poems:
  1. Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill
  2. On Finding A Fan
  3. Stanzas To Jessy
  4. Hebrew Melodies 20. Bright Be the Place of thy Soul
  5. To Edward Noel Long, Esq.


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