Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
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O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]

The days of rejoicing are gone forever.
[Fr., Ils sont passes ces jours de fete.]

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.