 Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall...  Littell's Living Age - Страница 1991874Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Robertson Turnbull - 1871 - 192 страници
...daily actions, the most simple or profound of their lives, stir up the beautiful lines of Shelley — " Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken." * Walter Boycl was born at Moffat between 1750 and 1760. He died about 1842, having been MP for Shal'tesbury... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 страници
...violets sicken, Live within the sense they <|iticken. Eose-leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped of his game ? or Covetous parson for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer made you lose y WHERE music dwells Lingering, and wandering on, as loath to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness... | |
 | Charles Stokes Carey - 1872 - 314 страници
...fleas, and so 'ail infinity/m.' Fielder. MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Colours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they...thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber o;i. — Shelley. FORGIVENESS. IT is the duty of a man To bless his greatest foe, And shield the arm... | |
 | English song - 1873 - 566 страници
...sicken, H « Live within the sense they quicken ; H Ed * Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, I Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. wonder. Beaumont and Fletcher never wrote anything of the kind more [This song, says Leigh Hunt, is... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 страници
...owns no December and no May, But bears its blossom into Winter's clime. Thomas Hood. LOVES THOUGHTS. MUsic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 584 страници
...ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Arc heaped for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 646 страници
...Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm. TO MUstc, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 страници
...feel than in that we excite. — Rochefoucauld, Maxim 78. Barrett. — Steers. 495 Shelley continued.] Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Poems written in 1821. To . The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1874 - 802 страници
...said in his own words :— Mnsic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when eweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Arc hcap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thon art gone, Love itself shall slumber... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1875 - 416 страници
...engraven. Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm. TO Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for...when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. TIME. Sea ! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt... | |
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