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The warrior's name,
Tho' peal'd and chim'd on all the tongues of fame,
Some grief shows much of love,
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.
6. Hide not thy tears; weep boldly—and be proud
'Tis nature's mark to know an honest heart by.
Sorrow, that streams not o'er,
8. There is a kind of mournful eloquence
In thy dumb grief, that shames all clamorous sorrow.
9. Behold the turtle who has lost her mate;
Again she's cheer'd, again she seeks the day.
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. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.
13. Tears yet are ours whene'er misfortunes press,
14. Sighs, tho' in vain, may tell the world we feel, And tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal. R. T. PAINE.
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.
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.
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.
19. Howe'er our stifled tears we banish,
21. The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind,
20. Not one sigh shall tell my story,
Grief, that stoops not to complain!
23. Oh! too convincing-dangerously dear,
22. Away! we know that tears are vain,
Or make one mourner weep the less?
In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear!
24. There is no darkness like the cloud of mind
25. Upon her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye,
As if its lid were charg'd with unshed tears.
26. For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
The heavy sigh,
The tear in the half-open'd eye,
The pallid cheek and brow, confess'd
27. The rose is faire when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears:
30. He hung his head-each nobler aim,
29. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes,
And hope, and feeling, which had slept
Fresh o'er him, and he wept-he wept !
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Of guiltless joy that guilt may know!
GUILT-SIN - VICE.
Tears-floods of tears
Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills
32. The blight of hope and happiness
33. When all that in absence we dread Is past, and forgotten's our pain,
How sweet is the tear we at such moments shed,
1. Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
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.
4. Guiltiness would speak, tho' tongues were out of use.
Serpents, though they feed
On sweetest flowers, yet do poisons breed.