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If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. CXXXVII, v. 5)
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All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
Author: Elias Canetti
Source: Die Provinz der Menschen
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But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the
countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his
back.
Author: Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)
Source: Don Quixote (pt. II, ch. LVII)
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Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.
Author: Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)
Source: Don Quixote (pt. II, ch. LVII)
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The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.
Author: Thomas Fuller
Source: Holy and Profane States--Of Tombs (maxim VI)
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A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Source: Medical Essays (300)
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The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.
Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Source: Medical Essays (300)
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God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Source: Recessional Hymn
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The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
A humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget,--lest we forget.
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Source: Recessional Hymn
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God and I both knew what it meant once; now God alone knows.
Author: Friedrich Klopstock
Source: in C. Lombroso's "The Man of Genius", pt. I, ch. 2 (1891)
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Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
Author: Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)
Source: A Flower of a Day
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Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
- Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),
Author: Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr)
Source: The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers--Second Series--Columbia's Agony (st. 9)
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God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
The danger o'er, both are alike requited,
God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted.
Author: John Owen ("British Martial")
Source: Epigram
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To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three
faces, those of a man, a devil, a god. When the physician first
comes and announces the safety of the patient, then the sick man
says: "Behold a God or a guardian angel!"
[Lat., Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur
Aegrotanti; hominis, Daemonis, atque Dei.
Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem,
En Deus aut custos angelus, aeger ait.]
Author: John Owen ("British Martial")
Source: Works
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Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.
Author: Francis Quarles
Source: Epigram
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We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Author: Alexander Smith
Source: City Poems--A Boy's Poem (pt. III)
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
Author: Edmund Spenser
Source: Sonnet LXXV
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It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.
[Lat., Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.]
Author: Syrus (Publilius Syrus)
Source: Maxims
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It is sometimes expedient to forget who we are.
Author: Syrus (Publilius Syrus)
Source: Maxims
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We may with advantage forget what we know.
Author: Syrus (Publilius Syrus)
Source: Maxims
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And have you been to Borderland?
Its country lies on either hand
Beyond the river I-forget.
One crosses by a single stone
So narrow one must pass alone,
And all about its waters fret--
The laughing river I-forget.
Author: Herman Knickerbocker Viele
Source: Borderland
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Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
Sing--though I shall never hear thee.
Author: Rev. Charles Wolfe
Source: Song--Go, Forget Me!
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