Percy Bysshe 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 … Continue reading
June 23, 2015 · Leave a comment
Mutability, Percy Bysshe Shelley
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!–yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: … Continue reading
March 31, 2015 · Leave a comment
“I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.” Rumi
“Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.” Rumi Mother Nature provides us with … Continue reading
March 26, 2015 · Leave a comment
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