<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391506" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Address To Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre,<br>Can lull the sting of pain to rest;<br>Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire,<br>The pensive muse with visions blest;<br>Sweet music! let thy melting airs<br>Enhance my joys, and sooth my cares!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there enchantment in thy voice,<br>Thy dulcet harp, thy moving measure;<br>To bid the mournful mind rejoice,<br>To raise the fairy form of pleasure?<br>Yes, heav'nly maid! a charm is thine,<br>A magic art, a spell divine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet music! when thy notes we hear,<br>Some dear remembrance oft they bring,<br>Of friends belov'd, no longer near,<br>And days that flew on rapture's wing;<br>Hours of delight that long are past,<br>And dreams of joy, too bright to last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft 'tis thine the soul to fire,<br>With glory's animating flame,<br>Bid valor's noble sons aspire<br>To win th' immortal wreath of fame<br>Thine too, the soft, expressive tones,<br>That pity, tender pity owns!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh harmony! celestial pow'r!<br>Thou syren of the melting soul!<br>In sorrow's reign, in pleasure's hour,<br>My heart shall own thy blest control;<br>And ever let thy moving airs,<br>Enhance my joys and sooth my cares!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><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=391506" data-title="Address To Music de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre, Can lull the sting of pain to rest; Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire, The pensive muse with visions blest; Sweet music! let thy melting airs Enhance my joys, and sooth my cares! Is there enchantment in t..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black