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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Carillon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the ancient town of Bruges,<br>In the quaint old Flemish city,<br>As the evening shades descended,<br>Low and loud and sweetly blended,<br>Low at times and loud at times,<br>And changing like a poet's rhymes,<br>Rang the beautiful wild chimes<br>From the Belfry in the market<br>Of the ancient town of Bruges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, with deep sonorous clangor<br>Calmly answering their sweet anger,<br>When the wrangling bells had ended,<br>Slowly struck the clock eleven,<br>And, from out the silent heaven,<br>Silence on the town descended.<br>Silence, silence everywhere,<br>On the earth and in the air,<br>Save that footsteps here and there<br>Of some burgher home returning,<br>By the street lamps faintly burning,<br>For a moment woke the echoes<br>Of the ancient town of Bruges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But amid my broken slumbers<br>Still I heard those magic numbers,<br>As they loud proclaimed the flight<br>And stolen marches of the night;<br>Till their chimes in sweet collision<br>Mingled with each wandering vision,<br>Mingled with the fortune-telling<br>Gypsy-bands of dreams and fancies,<br>Which amid the waste expanses<br>Of the silent land of trances<br>Have their solitary dwelling;<br>All else seemed asleep in Bruges,<br>In the quaint old Flemish city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I thought how like these chimes<br>Are the poet's airy rhymes,<br>All his rhymes and roundelays,<br>His conceits, and songs, and ditties,<br>From the belfry of his brain,<br>Scattered downward, though in vain,<br>On the roofs and stones of cities!<br>For by night the drowsy ear<br>Under its curtains cannot hear,<br>And by day men go their ways,<br>Hearing the music as they pass,<br>But deeming it no more, alas!<br>Than the hollow sound of brass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet perchance a sleepless wight,<br>Lodging at some humble inn<br>In the narrow lanes of life,<br>When the dusk and hush of night<br>Shut out the incessant din<br>Of daylight and its toil and strife,<br>May listen with a calm delight<br>To the poet's melodies,<br>Till he hears, or dreams he hears,<br>Intermingled with the song,<br>Thoughts that he has cherished long;<br>Hears amid the chime and singing<br>The bells of his own village ringing,<br>And wakes, and finds his slumberous eyes<br>Wet with most delicious tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus dreamed I, as by night I lay<br>In Bruges, at the Fleur-de-Ble,<br>Listening with a wild delight<br>To the chimes that, through the night<br>Bang their changes from the Belfry<br>Of that quaint old Flemish city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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In the quaint old Flemish city,
As the evening shades descended,
Low and loud and sweetly blended,
Low at times and loud at times,
And changing like a poet's rhymes,
Rang the beautiful wild chimes
From the Belfry in ..."></div>
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