Love poems

Music, When Soft Voices Die

by Percy Bysshe Shelleyk

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken

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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


Citate de dragoste

  • 'Love is like war,
    Easy to begin but hard to end.'
    ~ Anonymous
  • 'Other men said they have seen angels,
    But I have seen thee
    And thou art enough.'
    ~ G. Moore
  • 'To live is like to love -
    all reason is against it,
    and all healthy instinct for it.'
    ~ Samuel Butler, Life and love