O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:
Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:
And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.
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Early versions of this site would insert the date we collected the poem as a default if the researcher did not actually put a date written value in the system.
We are taking steps to correct this but it could take a while to check all our poetry.
Meanwhile we are doing waht we can. Thanks for pointing this one out.
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