<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, away, ye notes of woe!<br>Be silent, thou once soothing strain,<br>Or I must flee from hence--for, oh!<br>I dare not trust those sounds again.<br>To me they speak of brighter days<br>But lull the chords, for now, alas!<br>I must not think, I may not gaze,<br>On what I am--on what I was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice that made those sounds more sweet<br>Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled<br>And now their softest notes repeat <br>A dirge, an anthem o'er the dead!<br>Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee,<br>Beloved dust! since dust thou art;<br>And all that once was harmony<br>Is worse than discord to my heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis silent all!--but on my ear<br>The well remember'd echoes thrill;<br>I hear a voice I would not hear, <br>A voice that now might well be still:<br>Yet oft my doubting soul 'twill shake;<br>Even slumber owns its gentle tone,<br>Till consciousness will vainly wake<br>To listen, though the dream be flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep, <br>Thou art but now a lovely dream;<br>A star that trembled o'er the deep,<br>Then turn'd from earth its tender beam.<br>But he who through life's dreary way<br>Must pass, when heaven is veil'd in wrath, <br>Will long lament the vanish'd ray<br>That scatter'd gladness o'er his path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">December 6, 1811.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</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=396053" data-title="Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe! de Byron" data-description="Away, away, ye notes of woe! Be silent, thou once soothing strain, Or I must flee from hence--for, oh! I dare not trust those sounds again. To me they speak of brighter days But lull the chords, for now, alas! I must not think, I may not gaze, On ..."></div> </div> </div>

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