But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! Did ye not hear it?-No! 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Source: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 22.
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