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Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
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.
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as
there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
Nostalgia is a seductive liar.
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.
Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."
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.
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with read more
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.