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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Harp Of The Minstrel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The harp of the minstrel has never a tone<br>As sad as the song in his bosom to-night,<br>For the magical touch of his fingers alone<br>Can not waken the echoes that breathe it aright;<br>But oh! as the smile of the moon may impart<br>A sorrow to one in an alien clime,<br>Let the light of the melody fall on the heart,<br>And cadence his grief into musical rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The faces have faded, the eyes have grown dim<br>That once were his passionate love and his pride;<br>And alas! all the smiles that once blossomed for him<br>Have fallen away as the flowers have died.<br>The hands that entwined him the laureate's wreath<br>And crowned him with fame in the long, long ago,<br>Like the laurels are withered and folded beneath<br>The grass and the stubble--the frost and the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sigh, if thou wilt, as the whispering strings<br>Strive ever in vain for the utterance clear,<br>And think of the sorrowful spirit that sings,<br>And jewel the song with the gem of a tear.<br>For the harp of the minstrel has never a tone<br>As sad as the song in his bosom tonight,<br>And the magical touch of his fingers alone<br>Can not waken the echoes that breathe it aright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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As sad as the song in his bosom to-night,
For the magical touch of his fingers alone
Can not waken the echoes that breathe it aright;
But oh! as the smile of the moon may impart
A sorrow to one in an alien..."></div>
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