Oliver Goldsmith on Memory
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“By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.”
“Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.”
“Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.”