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.

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),

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.]

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.

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.

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.

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.

It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.

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.