“Yes, the memory still moves her.
Yes, just a little tired now. Yes, it will pass.
You may get up. Thank her. Say good-bye. Leave,
passing by the new arrivals in the hall.”

— Wisława Szymborska

"Pietà"
Poems New and Collected (1998), No End of Fun (1967)

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Polish writer 1923–2012

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“Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.”

Dave Eggers Zeitoun

Source: Zeitoun

“Though ye loue not to bye the pyg in the poke,
Yet snatche ye at the poke, that the pyg is in,
Not for the poke, but the pyg good chepe to wyn.”

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Though you love not to buy the pig in the poke,
Yet snatch you at the poke, that the pig is in,
Not for the poke, but the pig good cheap to win.
Part II, chapter 9.
Proverbs (1546)

““Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
“The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die—
“The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone!”
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain-washed bone.”

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist

Tomlinson, l. 7-10 (1891).
Other works

“Ye need her as she needs ye…. and Inuyasha… DO NOT FORGET WHERE YE BURIED ME!”

Rumiko Takahashi (1957) manga artist

“Can you row?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke.
"Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--" Alice was beginning to say.”

Lewis Carroll (1832–1898) English writer, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer

Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass

“O ye by wandering tempest sown
’Neath every alien star,
Forget not whence the breath was blown
That wafted you afar!
For ye are still her ancient seed
On younger soil let fall—
Children of Britain’s island-breed,
To whom the Mother in her need
Perchance may one day call.”

William Watson (poet) (1858–1935) English poet, born 1858

England and Her Colonies http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/england-and-her-colonies/.

“Yes, solitude amid her depths has many a hidden balm
Guarded for those who leave her not, to strengthen and to calm.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1835 (1834), 'Chapter House, Furness Abbey' translation from an epistle of St. Beuve to A. Fontenay. (Presumably Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve)
Translations, From the French