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."
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The next day is never so good as the day before.
The next day is never so good as the day before.
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.
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.
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is read more
Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
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.
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.
The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the read more
The present contains nothing more than the past, and what is
found in the effect was already in the cause.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
