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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Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.
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.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
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 light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]
Oh! the good times when we were so unhappy.
[Fr., Oh le bon temps ou etions si malheureux.]
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.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
Look back, and smile on perils past.
