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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There is an hour, a pensive hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is an hour, a pensive hour;<br>(And oh! how dear its soothing pow'r!)<br>It is, when twilight spreads her veil,<br>And steals along the silent dale;<br>'Tis when the fading blossoms close,<br>When all is silence and repose;<br>Then memory wakes, and loves to mourn,<br>For days—that never shall return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a strain, a plaintive strain,<br>The source of joy and yet of pain;<br>It is the song, whose dying measure,<br>Some friend belov'd has heard with pleasure;<br>Some friend—who ne'er again may hear,<br>The melting lay, to memory dear;<br>Ah! then, her magic spells restore,<br>Visions of blissful days no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a tear of sweet relief,<br>A tear—of rapture and of grief;<br>The feeling heart alone can know<br>What soft emotions bid it flow!<br>It is when memory charms the mind,<br>With tender images refin'd;<br>'Tis when her balmy spells restore,<br>Departed friends, and joys no more!</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>
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(And oh! how dear its soothing pow'r!)
It is, when twilight spreads her veil,
And steals along the silent dale;
'Tis when the fading blossoms close,
When all is silence and repose;
Then memory wakes, and loves to ..."></div>
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