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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twas One of Those Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, <br>Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought -- <br>When, lost in the future, his soul wanders on, <br>And all of this life, but its sweetness, is gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild notes he heard o'er the water were those <br>He had taught to sing Erin's dark bondage and woes, <br>And the breath of the bugle now wafted them o'er <br>From Dinis' green isle, to Glena's wooded shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He listen'd -- while, high o'er the eagle's rude nest, <br>The lingering sounds on their way loved to rest; <br>And the echoes sung back from their full mountain quire, <br>As if loath to let song to enchanting expire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seem'd as if every sweet note that died here <br>Was again brought to life in some airier sphere, <br>Some heaven in those hills, where the soul of the strain <br>That had ceased upon earth was awaking again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh forgive, if, while listening to music, whose breath <br>Seem'd to circle his name with a charm against death, <br>He should feel a proud spirit within him proclaim, <br>&quot;Even so shalt thou live in the echoes of Fame: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Even so, though thy memory should now die away, <br>'Twill be caught up again in some happier day, <br>And the hearts and the voices of Erin prolong, <br>Through the answering Future, thy name and thy song.&quot;</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>
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Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought -- 
When, lost in the future, his soul wanders on, 
And all of this life, but its sweetness, is gone. 

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