<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!<br>As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze<br>Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease,<br>So piercing to my heart their force I feel!<br>And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall,<br>And now, along the white and level tide,<br>They fling their melancholy music wide,<br>Bidding me many a tender thought recall<br>Of summer-days, and those delightful years<br>When by my native streams, in life's fair prime,<br>The mournful magic of their mingling chime<br>First waked my wond'ring childhood into tears;&mdash; <br>But seeming now, when all those days are o'er,<br>The sounds of joy, once heard, and heard no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</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=538630" data-title="Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787 de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! As when, at opening morn, the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease, So piercing to my heart their force I feel! And hark! with lessening cadence now they fall, And now, along ..."></div> </div> </div>

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