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Oft in the stilly night is written by Irish poet and songwriter Thomas Moore, (not the well known writer of Utopia).

 

Thomas Moore lived between the years 1779 and 1852 and became famous for his ballads. He wrote lyrics to a series of Irish tunes, an example is Oft in the stilly night. Of course, Anno 1792 has done Moores poetry unjustice by writing a new song, a rock song.

 

Thomas Moore has been compared to the likes of poets like Lord Byron and Walter Scott. Furthermore he participated holeheartedly in the 1700s high society and hang out with the bad guy British Prince of Wales, among others.

 

The relationship with Byron started with at fight. Byron had challenged a critic to a duel, which never took place because the authorities intervened in time. After the incident, critics argued that Moore had provided his enemy with an unloaded gun. Lord Byron referred to Moore's "leadless pistol". Moore responded angrily that if Byron didn´t take back his accusations he was prepared to fight. In the end, however, the two poets made peace and with time they became close friends.

 

Thomas Moore's ballads, "Moore's Melodies", was published between the years 1808 and 1834. Oft in the stilly night is about a man lying in bed, just before going to sleep. He reflects back on his happy childhood, thinking of memories of lost loves, mourning their vanishing from his life.

 

 

 

Lyrics

Oft in the stilly night

(Thomas Moore)

 

Oft, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,

Fond Memory brings the light

Of other days around me;

The smiles, the tears,

Of boyhood's years,

The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shone,

Now dimm'd and gone,

The cheerful hearts now broken!

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

When I remember all

The friends, so link'd together,

I've seen around me fall

Like leaves in wintry weather;

I feel like one,

Who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled,

Whose garlands dead,

And all but he departed!

Thus, in the stilly night,

Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me,

Sad Memory brings the light

Of other days around me.

 

 

 

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