We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more

We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.

The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; read more

The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.

Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave read more

Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.

To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three
faces, those of a man, a read more

To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three
faces, those of a man, a devil, a god. When the physician first
comes and announces the safety of the patient, then the sick man
says: "Behold a God or a guardian angel!"
[Lat., Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur
Aegrotanti; hominis, Daemonis, atque Dei.
Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem,
En Deus aut custos angelus, aeger ait.]

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance read more

Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.