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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Southampton Castle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">INSCRIBED TO THE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonlight is without; and I could lose<br>An hour to gaze, though Taste and Splendour here,<br>As in a lustrous fairy palace, reign!<br>Regardless of the lights that blaze within,<br>I look upon the wide and silent sea,<br>That in the shadowy moonbeam sleeps:<br>How still,<br>Nor heard to murmur, or to move, it lies;<br>Shining in Fancy's eye, like the soft gleam,<br>The eve of pleasant yesterdays! <br>The clouds<br>Have all sunk westward, and the host of stars<br>Seem in their watches set, as gazing on;<br>While night's fair empress, sole and beautiful,<br>Holds her illustrious course through the mid heavens<br>Supreme, the spectacle, for such she looks,<br>Of gazing worlds!<br>How different is the scene<br>That lies beneath this arched window's height!<br>The town, that murmured through the busy day, <br>Is hushed; the roofs one solemn breadth of shade<br>Veils; but the towers, and taper spires above,<br>The pinnets, and the gray embattled walls,<br>And masts that throng around the southern pier,<br>Shine all distinct in light; and mark, remote,<br>O'er yonder elms, St Mary's modest fane.<br>Oh! if such views may please, to me they shine<br>How more attractive! but few years have passed,<br>Since there I saw youth, health, and happiness,<br>All circling round an aged sire, whose hairs <br>Are now in peace gone down; he was to me<br>A friend, and almost with a father's smile<br>Hung o'er my infant Muse. The cheerful voice<br>Of fellowship, the song of harmony,<br>And mirth, and wit, were there.<br>That scene is passed:<br>Cold death and separation have dissolved<br>The evening circle of once-happy friends!<br>So has it ever fared, and so must fare,<br>With all! I see the moonlight watery tract <br>That shines far off, beneath the forest-shades:<br>What seems it, but the mirror of that tide,<br>Which noiseless, 'mid the changes of the world,<br>Holds its inevitable course, the tide<br>Of years departing; to the distant eye<br>Still seeming motionless, though hurrying on<br>From morn till midnight, bearing, as it flows,<br>The sails of pleasurable barks! These gleam<br>To-day, to-morrow other passing sails<br>Catch the like sunshine of the vernal morn. <br>Our pleasant days are as the moon's brief light<br>On the pale ripple, passing as it shines!<br>But shall the pensive bard for this lament,<br>Who knows how transitory are all worlds<br>Before His eye who made them!<br>Cease the strain;<br>And welcome still the social intercourse<br>That soothes the world's loud jarring, till the hour<br>When, universal darkness wrapping all<br>This nether scene, a light from heaven shall stream <br>Through clouds dividing, and a voice be heard:<br>Here only pure and lasting bliss is found!</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>
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The moonlight is without; and I could lose
An hour to gaze, though Taste and Splendour here,
As in a lustrous fairy palace, reign!
Regardless of the lights that blaze within,
I look upon the wide and silent ..."></div>
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