PAST, THE.
O, call back yesterday, bid time return.
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To-day, unhappy day, too late.
King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Imitation of Horace, Bk, I. Ode XXIX. J. DRYDEN.
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were,
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A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
A Gleam of Sunshine. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Applause
To that blest son of foresight: lord of fate!
That awful independent on to-morrow
Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past;
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Night Thoughts, Night II. DR. E. YOUNG.
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arms outstretched, as he would fly,
Grasps-in the comer. Welcome ever smiles,
And farewell goes out sighing.
Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.