“The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!”
(P.B. Shelley in On a faded violet)
Ivoz-Ramet (B)
High pressure
"Blow, trumpeter, free and clear -- I follow thee, While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene, The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day, withdraw; A holy calm descends, like dew, upon me, I walk, in cool refreshing night, the walks of Paradise ..." (W. Whitman in The mystic trumpeter) Ougrée (B)
