Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
read more

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."

The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.

The free world must now prove itself worthy of its own past.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of read more

Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past so long as
there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.

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

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

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.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

Those who do remember it will find new ways to screw it up.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.