grief quotes
Sur les ailes duTemps la tristesse s'envole. Grief is carried off by the wings of time.
Yield, ladies, yield to love, ladies, which lurketh under your eyelids whilst you sleep and playeth with your heartstrings whilst you wake, whose sweetness never breedeth satiety, labour weariness, nor grief bitterness.
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, Take myadvice, and visit the ancient town of Crieff; The climate is bracing, and the walks lovely to see Besides, ye can ramble over the district, and view the beautiful scenery.
Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies,O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me is extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos'd To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, 586 Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
It doth repent me: words are quick and vain: Grief for a while is blind, and so was mine. I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year.
Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal!
Fretting grief the enemy of life.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran.
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowered closes, Green pleasure or grey grief.
Oh my grief, I've lost him surely. I've lost the only Playboy of the Western World.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; The Princess For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again!
Look at me! Look at myarm! I have plowed, and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head meöand ar'n't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man (when I could get it), and bear de lash as wellöand ar'n't I a woman? I have borne thirteenchilernandseen'emmos'allsoldoff intoslavery, and when I cried out with a mother's grief, none but Jesus heardöand ar'n't I a woman?
I have heard grief named the eldest child of sin.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food.
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Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2005 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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