312 28. GRIEF-TEARS - WEEPING. The warrior's name, BARLOW'S Columbiad. 1. GRIEF-TEARS-WEEPING. Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. 2. Thy heart is big! get thee apart and weep. 3. I did not think to shed a single tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, 4. I am a fool, to weep at what I'm glad of." 5. Nor can the bravest mortal blame the tear Which glitters on the bier of fallen worth. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 6. Hide not thy tears; weep boldly-and be proud 7. Sorrow, that streams not o'er, SHIRLY. AARON HILL. Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more; AARON HILL. 8. There is a kind of mournful eloquence In thy dumb grief, that shames all clamorous sorrow. NAT. LEE. 9. Behold the turtle who has lost her mate; GAY'S Dione. 10. No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears, DR. DARWIN. 11. The short, thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall. 12. In all the silent manliness of grief. POPE. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 13. Tears yet are ours whene'er misfortunes press, R. BLAND'S Philemon. 14. Sighs, tho' in vain, may tell the world we feel, 15. Nor shame, nor apathy, nor pride, Might then forbid the briny tide; Uncheck'd it trickles down the cheeks: "Tis the still tear that transport speaks. R. T. PAINE. MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou. 16. "T is said at times the sullen tear would start, But pride congeal'd the drop within his eye. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 314 GRIEF-TEARS-WEEPING. 17. Each has his pang, but feeble sufferers groan With brain-born dreams of evil all their own. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 18. So madly shrill, so piercing wild. BYRON'S Parisina. 19. Howe'er our stifled tears we banish, And cherish'd most when least reveal'd. 20. Not one sigh shall tell my story, Not one tear my cheek shall stain; Grief, that stoops not to complain! 21. The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind, BYRON'S Parisina. MRS. ROBINSON. BYRON'S Giaour. 22. Away! we know that tears are vain, Or make one mourner weep the less? 23. Oh! too convincing-dangerously dear, In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear! BYRON. BYRON'S Corsair. 24. There is no darkness like the cloud of mind On grief's vain eye-the blindest of the blind, BYRON'S Corsair. 25. Upon her face there was the tint of grief, BYRON'S Dream. 26. For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. 27. The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, 28. CAMPBELL. And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears: The heavy sigh, The tear in the half-open'd eye, SCOTT's Rokeby. 29. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, 30. He hung his head-each nobler aim, And hope, and feeling, which had slept In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt may know! BURNS. MOORE's Lalla Rookh. 316 31. GUILT-SIN - VICE. Tears-floods of tears Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills, Through valleys where their flow had long been lost. 32. The blight of hope and happiness MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. Is felt when fond ones part, The life-blood of the heart. 33. When all that in absence we dread Is past, and forgotten's our pain, FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. How sweet is the tear we at such moments shed, R. WILLIS. GUILT SIN-VICE. 1. Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 3. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Guiltiness would speak, tho' tongues were out of use. Serpents, though they feed 5. On sweetest flowers, yet do poisons breed. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. |