Mar 21 2005

Music, when soft voices die

Published by at 8:58 am under P.B.Shelley Love Poems

Music, when soft voices die

Sad Poem By Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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 heap’d for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

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12 Responses to “Music, when soft voices die”

  1. Gueston 19 Jun 2006 at 5:50 am

    This poem is beautiful. it is short yet powerful and is a really great poem.

  2. Gueston 19 Jun 2006 at 5:58 am

    What a beautiful, sad poem!!

  3. Gueston 13 Sep 2006 at 4:51 am

    [B]BEAUTIFUL POEM !!![/B]

  4. nandaon 10 Mar 2007 at 4:29 pm

    grande mestre Shelley!

  5. kimberly on 21 Apr 2009 at 12:01 pm

    i love this poem its the best :grin

  6. kalon 14 Jan 2009 at 11:26 am

    This is one of the most beautiful poems i have ever heard, russ piper is hot…

  7. Kennyon 19 Dec 2009 at 8:44 am

    Love painted with a poignant brush

  8. gueston 27 Jan 2010 at 10:39 am

    this is a good poem, its very nice. :)

  9. akash mishraon 28 Jun 2010 at 8:29 am

    best

  10. avinash kr. guptaon 02 Dec 2010 at 7:05 am

    this is one of the most heart touching poem i hv ever heard in my life :kiss:

  11. avinash kr. guptaon 02 Dec 2010 at 7:06 am

    the most heart touching poem i hv ever heard in my life
    :love:

  12. vaibhavon 05 Jun 2011 at 10:09 am

    it is very sad poem who touch my heart

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