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Thomas Moore - There Are Sounds of MirthThomas Moore - There Are Sounds of Mirth
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There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing,   And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are singing,   That seem to say "Come," in every tone. Ah! once how light, in Life`s young season,   My heart had leap`d at that sweet lay; Nor paused to ask of greybeard Reason   Should I the syren call obey. And, see the lamps still livelier glitter,   The syren lips more fondly sound; No, seek, ye nymphs, some victim fitter   To sink in your rosy bondage bound. Shall a bard,whom not the world in arms,   Could bend to tyranny`s rude countroul, Thus quail, at sight of woman`s charms,   And yield to a smile his freeborn soul? Thus sung the sage, while, slyly stealing,   The nymphs their fetters around him cast, And their laughing eyes, the while, concealing   Led Freedom`s Bard their slave at last. For the Poet`s heart, still prone to loving,   Was like that rock of the Druid race, Which the gentlest touch at once set moving,   But all earth`s power couldn`t cast from its base.
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