Quote#Time
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale
Quote bySamuel Rogers · 1763–1855
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Pleasures of Memory (1792), II, ll. 1-2.
English (original)
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
— Samuel Rogers
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Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,— That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
True as the echo to the sound.
Oh ! She was good as she was fair, None—none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her.
Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.