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.]

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.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

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....

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

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

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.]

The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.

The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows.

O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
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O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the wise Wanderer, often foiled by Fate,
Through the long furrow drave the ploughshare straight.