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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Memories, Men, History
"A Defence of Poetry" by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, Memories, Voice
'To - : One word is too often profaned'

O'er Egypt's land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits, and poisons spring where'er thou flowest.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Memories, Spring, Air
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Geoffrey Matthews, Kelvin Everest (1989). “The Poems of Shelley: 1817-1819”, p.350, Pearson Education

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, Sweet, Memories
'To-: Music when soft voices die' (published 1824).

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower; Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Summer, Memories, Flower
'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty' (1816)

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