memory (n.)
- anamnesis
- archetype
- awareness
- celebration
- ceremony
- cognizance
- commemoration
- consciousness
- engram
- fanfare
- festivity
- holiday
- homage
- honor
- image
- imago
- immortality
- jubilee
- legend
- memento
- memorialization
- mind
- observance
- ovation
- recall
- recollection
- reflection
- rejoicing
- reliving
- remembrance
- reminiscence
- respect
- retention
- retentiveness
- retrospection
- revel
- revival
- rite
- salute
- salvo
- solemnization
- souvenir
- storage
- testimonial
- thought
- toast
- tribute
- triumph
- youth
memory (adv.)
It may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.
The memory be green.
These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
But Memory blushes at the sneer,
And Honor turns with frown defiant,
And Freedom, leaning on her spear,
Laughs louder than the laughing giant.
This song—written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, and sung by him—is given entire, as so much inquiry has been made for the source of "Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear." It is not known when the song was written,—probably about 1830.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,—
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone
Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.
Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.
The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.
A liar should have a good memory.
Like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of Earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.
The memory of the just is blessed.
When Time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay,
And half our joys renew.
A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start
When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct. Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.
Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
And when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
While memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.
This song—written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, and sung by him—is given entire, as so much inquiry has been made for the source of "Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear." It is not known when the song was written,—probably about 1830.
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world."
Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new.
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse.
Memory, the warder of the brain.
Where Washington hath left
His awful memory
A light for after times!
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
Still so gently o'er me stealing,
Mem'ry will bring back the feeling,
Spite of all my grief revealing,
That I love thee,—that I dearly love thee still.
Opera of La Sonnambula.
