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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voiceless</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE count the broken lyres that rest<br> Where the sweet wailing singers slumber,<br> But o'er their silent sister's breast<br> The wild-flowers who will stoop to number?<br> A few can touch the magic string,<br> And noisy Fame is proud to win them:--<br> Alas for those that never sing,<br> But die with all their music in them!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay, grieve not for the dead alone<br> Whose song has told their hearts' sad story,--<br> Weep for the voiceless, who have known<br> The cross without the crown of glory!<br> Not where Leucadian breezes sweep<br> O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow,<br> But where the glistening night-dews weep<br> On nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O hearts that break and give no sign<br> Save whitening lip and fading tresses,<br> Till Death pours out his longed-for wine<br> Slow-dropped from Misery's crushing presses,--<br> If singing breath or echoing chord<br> To every hidden pang were given,<br> What endless melodies were poured,<br> As sad as earth, as sweet as heaven!</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> <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=472618" data-title="The Voiceless de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them:-- Alas for t..."></div> </div> </div>
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