...world of song. Now let us gather a few fair flowers from Shelley's various poems : — Music : — Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...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...

...blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. W. Wordsworth Is lovely yet; CCLXXXVIII Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory—...beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when Thou art goiu.-, Love itself shall slumber on. PB Shelley cf tjje (6olbin NOTES Summary of Book First It should...

...ever toll The passing of the sweetest soul That ever look'd with human eyes. TENNYSON. In Memoriam. MUsic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory,...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...

...in that we excite. — Rochefoucauld, Maxim 78. Barrett. — Steers. 495 Shelley continued.] \Iusic, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory — Odours,...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...

..." THE first, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; The second, when violets sicken, Lives 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 slumber on."...

...Queen niab. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity. Adonaa. Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. TO . The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar...

...wild As e'er clung to child, He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest, and last, Of his name. TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...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....

...Immortality," and Shelley's mournful " Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odd's, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped I'or the beloved's bed ; And so tliy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itaell' shall slumber...

...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 slumber on. SONG. I. RARF.JY, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day...

...wild As e'er cling to child, He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest, and last Of his name ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory...violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. TO Wist eyes were dim with tears unshed ; Yes, I was firm — thus wert not thou;— • My baffled...