“The most signal triumphs of the Romantic portrayal of memory are not those which recall past happiness, but remembrances of those moments when future happiness still seemed possible, when hopes were not yet frustrated.”

Source: The Romantic Generation (1995), Ch. 3 : Mountains and Song Cycles

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American pianist and writer on music 1927–2012

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When, wandering down the shady dell,
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Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
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