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Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
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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.
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.
The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
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The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
A humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget,--lest we forget.
And have you been to Borderland?
Its country lies on either hand
Beyond the river I-forget.
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And have you been to Borderland?
Its country lies on either hand
Beyond the river I-forget.
One crosses by a single stone
So narrow one must pass alone,
And all about its waters fret--
The laughing river I-forget.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
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We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
- Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),
Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
- Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),
God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
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God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
The danger o'er, both are alike requited,
God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted.
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.