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1    1|    ambition to perpetuate the memory of themselves by the amount
2    5|      never comes to drown the memory of the past, but mere saturation
3    6| unequalled fertility, and her memory runs back farther than mythology,
4    7|       alas! I have too good a memory to make that necessary.~ ~
5    8|   oldest seenes stamped on my memory. And now tonight my flute
6   15|       these woods. Within the memory of many of my townsmen the
7   15|    and lingered longer in his memory. Where now firm open fields
8   15|     Alas! how little does the memory of these human inhabitants
9   16|     and more melodious, if my memory serves me, than any hunting-horn.~ ~