_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.
And memory, like a drop that night and day
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
_Lalla Rookh_. T. MOORE.
Of all affliction taught the lover yet,
'T is sure the hardest science to forget.
_Eloisa to Abelard_. A. POPE.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate.
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