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The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live read more
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,
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.
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 God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
O God! Put back Thy universe and give me yesterday.
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.
