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Alice Cary
Ah, don't be sorrowful darling, And don't be sorrowful, pray: Taking the year together, my dear, There isn't more night than day.
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Boethius
In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune. [Lat., In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem.]
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Geoffrey Chaucer
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite, The worste kynde of infortune is this, A man to hav bent in prosperite, And it remembren whan it passed is.
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Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")
A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,-- Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother.
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Jean Francois Ducis
My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me. [Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]
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Jean Ingelow
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers. [Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass, Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte Auf seinem Bette weinend sass, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]
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John Keats
O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?
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John Keats
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And though to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
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John Keats
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
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John Keats
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
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Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
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Robert Browning Hamilton
I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
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