Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is read more

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost.

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!