Poetry: Shelley – Music, When Soft Voices Die

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 belovèd's bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Considered a poetic fragment, I find these two verses by Shelley complete in their simplicity. Unlike …

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Poetry: Auden – O Tell Me the Truth About Love

"Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love." W.H. Auden

Poetry: Donne – A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

"Such wilt thou be to me, who must,    Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just,    And makes me end where I begun."

Poetry: Burns – A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns was a character. One of my favorite of the Romantic poets, he took romanticism a little too seriously than was appropriate. And though he did eventually settle down, I tend to find poems like "A Red, Red Rose" somewhat ironic. "As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I …

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