The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,—too many, yet how few!
Lord Byron
Love
The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,—too many, yet how few!
Lord Byron
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 24.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.