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Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.
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.
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the read more
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
O, to bring back the great Homeric time,
The simple manners and the deed sublime:
When the read more
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.
We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.
We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.
To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
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O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O! the insufferable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.
