This is the place. Stand still, my steed,—

Let me review the scene,

And summon from the shadowy past

The forms that once have been.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): A Gleam of Sunshine.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet xxx.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility;

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger:

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.