Lachin Y Gair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADAE FGFHIJIE AKAKAJAE LAMANNNN OMOMPNPNAway ye gay landscapes ye garden of roses | A |
In you let the minions of luxury rove | B |
Restore me to the rocks where the snowflake reposes | A |
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love | C |
Yet Caledonia beloved are thy mountains | A |
Round their white summits though elements war | D |
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing fountains | A |
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr | E |
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Ah there my young footsteps in infancy wandered | F |
My cap was teh bonnet my cloak was the plaid | G |
On chieftains long perished my memory pondered | F |
As daily I strode through the pine covered glade | H |
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory | I |
Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star | J |
For fancy was cheered by traditional story | I |
Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr | E |
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Shades of the dead have I not heard your voices | A |
Rise on the night rolling breath of the gale | K |
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices | A |
And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale | K |
Rouch Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers | A |
Winter presides in his cold icy car | J |
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers | A |
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr | E |
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Ill starred though brave did no visions foreboding | L |
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause | A |
Ah were you destined to die at Culloden | M |
Victory crowned not your fall with applause | A |
Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber | N |
You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar | N |
The pibroch resounds to the piper's loud number | N |
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr | N |
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Years have rolled on Loch na Garr since I left you | O |
Years must elapse ere I tread you again | M |
Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you | O |
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain | M |
England thy beauties are tame and domestic | P |
To one who has roved o'er the mountains afar | N |
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic | P |
The steep frowning glories of the dark Loch na Garr | N |
George Gordon Byron
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