Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,
Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais
The city's voice w...
Remember thee
remember thee
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream
Remember thee
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay
Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remembe...
I remember you as you were in the last autumn
You were the grey beret and the still heart
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul
Coming up England by a different
For once, early in the cold new year,
We stopped, and, watching men with number
Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,'Why,
I remember,
I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn;
I must remember now how once I woke To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,
The ceiling tremble in its giddy smoke,
And on the wall the agile spider spread,
To hear the reverberate vault of silence shake Beneath the hollow ...
She was an evil stepmother
In her old age she is slowly dyingin an empty hovel
She shudderslike a clutch of burnt paper
She does not remember that she was evil
Try to remember some details
Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss you'll be able to say: last seen wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat
Try to remember some details
For they have no face and...
Let the memorial hill remember instead of me,that's what it's here for
Let the par in-memory-of remember,let the street that's-named-for remember,let the well-known building remember,let the synagogue that's named after God rememberlet the ro...
Era gia l’ora che volge il desio. – Dante
Ricorro al tempo ch’io vi vidi prima. – Petrarca
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.