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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.
The good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
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The good of other times let people state;
I think it lucky I was born so late.
[Lat., Prisca juvent alios; ego me nunc denique natum Gratulor.]
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
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.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
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.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
You have to know the past to understand the present.
You have to know the past to understand the present.
