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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May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future
May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.
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.
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.
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.]
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....
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.
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.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.
