The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,

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.]

The age of chivalry is gone.--That of sophisters, economists and
calculators has succeeded.

The age of chivalry is gone.--That of sophisters, economists and
calculators has succeeded.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.

The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished- for state. When did history become a bad word?

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished- for state. When did history become a bad word?

You have to know the past to understand the present.

You have to know the past to understand the present.

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.