<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>November Fifth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anniversary of the Loss of H.M.S. Tweed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, what relief to gaze on yonder sky,<br> Where all is holy, calm, and purely bright!<br>Within, the sound of mirth and revelry <br> Startles the timid ear of sober night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And eyes are bright and silver voices thrill,<br> As the harp echoes through the glittering hall;<br>The jest is there that wakes the laugh at will,<br> And mirth has cast her fairy spell o'er all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I turn, fair spirit of light! where peaceful thou<br> Art shining in unatler'd majesty;<br>The thin clouds float across thy placid brow,<br> And catch its silver beam in passing by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-night!—oh! on this night—nor many years <br> Have wasted, since in sad regret and pain,<br>Upon the wave, the sound of woe, and tears,<br> And frantic pray'rs arose—arose in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy light was shrouded then in deepest gloom;<br> On that dark coast no friendly radiance shone<br>To warn the victims of their gaping tomb—<br> Despair and death and horror reign'd alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shine on, shine on, thou treacherous planet still;<br> Gild with thy beams the now untroubled wave:<br>Alas! thou fair and fatal cause of ill,<br> Thy smiles are lovely—but too late to save!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</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=449981" data-title="November Fifth de Louisa Stuart Costello" data-description="Anniversary of the Loss of H.M.S. Tweed Oh, what relief to gaze on yonder sky, Where all is holy, calm, and purely bright! Within, the sound of mirth and revelry Startles the timid ear of sober night. And eyes are bright and silver voices..."></div> </div> </div>

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