<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silence is in Our Festal Halls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence is in our festal halls -- <br>Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; <br>In vain on thee sad Erin calls, <br>Her minstrel's voice responds no more; -- <br>All silent as the Eolian shell <br>Sleeps at the close of some bright day, <br>When the sweet breeze, that waked its swell <br>At sunny morn, hath died away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, at our feasts, thy spirit long, <br>Awaked by music's spell, shall rise; <br>For, name so link'd with deathless song <br>Partakes its charm and never dies; <br>And even within the holy fane, <br>When music wafts the soul to heaven, <br>One thought to him, whose earliest strain <br>Was echoed there, shall long be given. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where is now the cheerful day, <br>The social night, when by thy side, <br>He who now weaves this parting lay <br>His skilless voice with thine allied; <br>And sung those songs whose every tone, <br>When bard and minstrel long have past, <br>Shall still, in sweetness all their own, <br>Embalm'd by fame, undying last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, Erin, shine alone the fame -- <br>Or, if thy bard have shared the crown, <br>From thee the borrow'd glory came, <br>And at thy feet is now laid down. <br>Enough, if Freedom still inspire, <br>His latest song, and still there be, <br>As evening closes round his lyre, <br>One ray upon its chords from thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</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=530014" data-title="Silence is in Our Festal Halls de Thomas Moore" data-description="Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad Erin calls, Her minstrel's voice responds no more; -- All silent as the Eolian shell Sleeps at the close of some bright day, When the sweet breeze, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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