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...
The Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection with the ... - الصفحة 173
بواسطة Robert Chambers - 1832
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