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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There Are Sounds of Mirth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, <br>And lamps from every casement shown; <br>While voices blithe within are singing, <br>That seem to say "Come," in every tone. <br>Ah! once how light, in Life's young season, <br>My heart had leap'd at that sweet lay; <br>Nor paused to ask of greybeard Reason <br>Should I the syren call obey. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And, see -- the lamps still livelier glitter, <br>The syren lips more fondly sound; <br>No, seek, ye nymphs, some victim fitter <br>To sink in your rosy bondage bound. <br>Shall a bard,whom not the world in arms, <br>Could bend to tyranny's rude countroul, <br>Thus quail, at sight of woman's charms, <br>And yield to a smile his freeborn soul? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus sung the sage, while, slyly stealing, <br>The nymphs their fetters around him cast, <br>And -- their laughing eyes, the while, concealing -- <br>Led Freedom's Bard their slave at last. <br>For the Poet's heart, still prone to loving, <br>Was like that rock of the Druid race,<br>Which the gentlest touch at once set moving, <br>But all earth's power couldn't cast from its base.</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>