It is not in the storm nor in the strife We feel benumbd, and wish to be no more, But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little life. ByronLines on Hearing that Lady Byron was Ill. L. 9.
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past. CarlyleCromwells Letters and Speeches. Introduction. Ch. I.
But from your minds chilled sky It needs must drop, and lie with stiffened wings Among your souls forlornest things; A speck upon your memory, alack! A dead fly in a dusty window-crack. Francis ThompsonManus Animam Pinxit. St. 2.