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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 heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

1792 - 1822/Male/EnglishA poet in the Romantic era, Shelley wrote radical lyrical poetry about his political and social views.

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