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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After A Lecture On Moore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHINE soft, ye trembling tears of light<br>That strew the mourning skies;<br>Hushed in the silent dews of night<br>The harp of Erin lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though her thousand years have past<br>Of poets, saints, and kings,--<br>Her echoes only hear the last<br>That swept those golden strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fling o'er his mound, ye star-lit bowers,<br>The balmiest wreaths ye wear,<br>Whose breath has lent your earth-born flowers<br>Heaven's own ambrosial air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe, bird of night, thy softest tone,<br>By shadowy grove and rill;<br>Thy song will soothe us while we own<br>That his was sweeter still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stay, pitying Time, thy foot for him<br>Who gave thee swifter wings,<br>Nor let thine envious shadow dim<br>The light his glory flings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If in his cheek unholy blood<br>Burned for one youthful hour,<br>'T was but the flushing of the bud<br>That blooms a milk-white flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take him, kind mother, to thy breast,<br>Who loved thy smiles so well,<br>And spread thy mantle o'er his rest<br>Of rose and asphodel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bark has sailed the midnight sea,<br>The sea without a shore,<br>That waved its parting sign to thee,--<br>'A health to thee, Tom Moore!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thine, long lingering on the strand,<br>Its bright-hued streamers furled,<br>Was loosed by age, with trembling hand,<br>To seek the silent world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not silent! no, the radiant stars<br>Still singing as they shine,<br>Unheard through earth's imprisoning bars,<br>Have voices sweet as thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake, then, in happier realms above,<br>The songs of bygone years,<br>Till angels learn those airs of love<br>That ravished mortal ears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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That strew the mourning skies;
Hushed in the silent dews of night
The harp of Erin lies.

What though her thousand years have past
Of poets, saints, and kings,--
Her echoes only hear the last
That swept thos..."></div>
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