Their time past, pulled down cracked and flung to the fire go up in a roar All recognition lost, burnt clean clean in the flame, the green dispersed, a living red, flame red, red as blood wakes on the ash
If it seems a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child.
Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear.
Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be. . .and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, SEE, this is new It hath been already of old time, which was before us. There is no remembrance of former things.
Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.
Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.
Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.
Once the Dragon for remembrance lost
There's a clock on the wall and it's measuring down<br/>The time you have left til you're dust on the ground<br/>The people you love with the time that you've got<br/>Determine if you are rememebered or not <br/><br/>v i v a l ' a m o u r
When I am gone, remember me with smiles and laughter, as that is how I will remember you. But if you should remember me with tears and sorrow, I may not remember you at all.