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God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we read more
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
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.
Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
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Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
Sing--though I shall never hear thee.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
We may with advantage forget what we know.
A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he read more
But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his
back.
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.
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.]
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.