human
Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour
gpt
Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy, Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And tiring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd-- You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still
human
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.
gpt
Oh breathe not his name