<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sing, Sweet Harp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me <br>Some song of ancient days, <br>Whose sounds, in this sad memory, <br>Long-buried dreams shall raise; -- <br>Some lay that tells of vanish'd fame, <br>Whose light once round us shone, <br>Of noble pride, now turn'd to shame, <br>And hopes for ever gone. <br>Sing, sad Harp, thus sing to me; <br>Alike our doom is cast, <br>Both lost to all but memory, <br>We live but in the past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How mournfully the midnight air <br>Among thy chords doth sigh, <br>As if it sought some echo there, <br>Of voices long gone by; -- <br>Of chieftains, now forgot, who seem'd <br>The foremost then in fame; <br>Of Bards who, once immortal deem'd, <br>Now sleep without a name. <br>In vain, sad Harp, the midnight air <br>Among thy chords doth sigh; <br>In vain it seeks an echo there <br>Of voices long gone by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Couldst thou but call those spirits round, <br>Who once, in bower and hall, <br>Sate listening to thy magic sound, <br>Now mute and mouldering all; -- <br>But, no; they would but wake to weep <br>Their children's slavery; <br>Then leave them in their dreamless sleep, <br>The dead, at least are free! <br>Hush, hush, sad Harp, that dreary tone, <br>That knell of Freedom's day; <br>Or, listening to its death-like moan, <br>Let me, too, die away.</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=530016" data-title="Sing, Sweet Harp de Thomas Moore" data-description="Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long-buried dreams shall raise; -- Some lay that tells of vanish'd fame, Whose light once round us shone, Of noble pride, now turn'd to shame, And ..."></div> </div> </div>

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