<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SING no more in mournful tones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the loneliness of night;<br>For 'tis made, ye beauteous ones,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all social pleasures bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As of old to man a wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As his better half was given,<br>So the night is half our life,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the fairest under heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can ye enjoy the day,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which obstructs our rapture's tide?<br>Let it waste itself away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worthless 'tis for aught beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when in the darkling hours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the lamp soft rays are glowing,<br>And from mouth to mouth sweet showers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now of jest, now love, are flowing,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the nimble, wanton boy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who so wildly spends his days,<br>Oft amid light sports with joy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er some trifling gift delays,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the nightingale is singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strains the lover holds so dear,<br>Though like sighs and wailings ringing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the mournful captive's ear,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With what heart-emotion blest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do ye hearken to the bell,<br>Wont of safety and of rest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With twelve solemn strokes to tell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore in each heavy hour,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let this precept fill your heart:<br>O'er each day will sorrow loud,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rapture ev'ry night impart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</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=418618" data-title="From de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="SING no more in mournful tones Of the loneliness of night; For 'tis made, ye beauteous ones, For all social pleasures bright. As of old to man a wife As his better half was given, So the night is half our life, And the fairest under heaven. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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