 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - Страниц: 438
...which the clouds and mountains pave A lake's blue chasm. TO 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - Страниц: 156
...In the light of life's dim morning. November 5th, 1817. TO. Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose Icaxcs, whon the rose is dead, A re heaped for the beloved's bed ; And >o thy thoughts, when thoii... | |
 | 1827 - Страниц: 334
...own breasts, and in the recollection of others long after. ' Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.' JAMES FITZJAMES. HAS I. AN CHE RAY. THE HERO OF CIRCAS8IA. A NOTIC E of this interesting personage,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - Страниц: 512
...mind Beaumont and Fletcher, are such as the following : — " 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 heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when... | |
 | 1835 - Страниц: 842
...evidently not the slightest comprehension. She commences with "Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken." " Sicken" is here italicized ; and the author of the lt Poetry of Life" thinks the word so undeniably... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - Страниц: 888
...which the clouds and mountains pive A lake's blue chasm. TO Mussc, 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... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - Страниц: 246
...sea, What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me ? 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 heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - Страниц: 408
...— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO 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... | |
 | Страниц: 346
...miles. A CUTTER ON THE LOOK-OUT. BY WW FYFE, ESQ. FH ss A. &C. 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... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 542
...of a dart, Too apt before to kill. IDEM LATINE. TO ERINNA. Music, when soil 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... | |
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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... 
