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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When through life unblest we rove, <br>Losing all that made life dear, <br>Should some notes we used to love, <br>In days of boyhood, meet our ear, <br>Oh! how welcome breathes the strain! <br>Wakening thoughts that long have slept, <br>Kindling former smiles again <br>In faded eyes that long have wept. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like the gale, that sighs along <br>Beds of oriental flowers, <br>Is the grateful breath of song, <br>That once was heard in happier hours. <br>Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on, <br>Though the flowers have sunk in death; <br>So, when pleasure's dream is gone, <br>Its memory lives in Music's breath. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530004" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Music, oh, how faint, how weak, <br>Language fades before thy spell! <br>Why should Feeling ever speak, <br>When thou canst breathe her soul so well? <br>Friendship's balmy words may feign, <br>Love's are even more false than they; <br>Oh! 'tis only music's strain <br>Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a></strong></div>

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