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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Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....
Move on!It's just a chapter in the past! But don't close the book,just turn the page....
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.
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.]
Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.
Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.
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.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
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.]
