Go, forget me – why should sorrow, O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me – and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile – though I shall not be near thee; Sing – though I shall never hear thee. — Charles Wolfe
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Charles Wolfe : Irish Poet
Born: December 14, 1791
Died: February 21, 1823
I always imagined I could be what I wanted to be. Chris Brow…
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. Alf…
I won’t forget the hood. I won’t forget the days of catching…
Sometimes you forget you’re famous. You wonder, ‘Why is that…
Men are the dreams of a shadow. Pindar…
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it. E…
I always imagined I could be what I wanted to be. Chris Brow…
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. Alf…
I won’t forget the hood. I won’t forget the days of catching…
Sometimes you forget you’re famous. You wonder, ‘Why is that…
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases wit…
Men are the dreams of a shadow. Pindar…
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it. E…
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday…
All their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure…
Fear is the lengthened shadow of ignorance. Arnold H. Glasow…
All of my life had been spent in the shadow of apartheid. An…
Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed b…
Much of contemporary science is really the length and shadow…
Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. Nathaniel …
Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do …
Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do no…
When we see the shadow on our images, are we seeing the time…
What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow…
When things happen – you ask yourself why today, why not tom…
Why do you think the fans like us – why they prefer our stre…
