<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing me that song again,<br> That wild, impassioned lay;<br> The tumult of my throbbing brain<br> Thy voice shall charm away.<br> <br> Pour that harmonious flood<br> Upon my thirsting ear;<br> 'Twill cool the fever of my blood<br> Those silvery notes to hear.<br> <br> Sing me that mournful song,<br> That song of love and woe,<br> That these full fountains, closed so long,<br> Once more may overflow.<br> <br> And while those gentle strings<br> Thy fairy hand sweeps o'er,<br> Upon thy music's trembling wings<br> My fainting soul shall soar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115180" data-title="Lines de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Sing me that song again,/ That wild, impassioned lay;/ The tumult of my throbbing brain/ Thy voice shall charm away./ / Pour that harmonious flood/ Upon my thirsting ear;/ 'Twill cool the fever of my blood/ Those silvery notes to hear./ / Sing..."></div> </div> </div>

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