Thou, thou alone, shall dwell forever.
And still shall recollection trace
In fancy's mirror, ever near,
Each smile, each tear, upon that face—
Though lost to sight, to memory dear.
Though Lost to Sight, to Memory Dear. T. MOORE.
Joy's recollection is no longer joy,
While sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.
Doge of Venice. LORD BYRON.
Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
The Grave. R. BLAIR.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Oh, how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When Memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Old Dobbin. R. COOK.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Walking with God. W. COWPER.
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
The leaves of memory seem to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
The Fire of Driftwood. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
My memory now is but the tomb of joys long past.
The Giaour. LORD BYRON.
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!
Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.