ne fire burns out another's burning; One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish : And the rank poison of the old will die. 4792 When sorrows come, they come not single spies, 4793 Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act i. Sc. 2 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, 4794 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears Alas! I have not words to tell my grief; To vent my sorrow would be some relief; We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain. 4796 Dryden: Palamon and Arcite. Bk. iii. Line 1425 The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road. 4797 Cowper: Epistle to an Afflicted Protestant Lady. Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow. 4798 Bailey: Festus. Sc. Home. Sorrow preys upon 4799 Byron: Two Foscari. Act iv. Sc. 1 Yet disappointed joys are woes as deep As any man's clay-mixture undergoes. Our least of sorrows are such as we weep; "Tis the vile daily drop on drop which wears The soul out (like the stone) with petty cares. 4800 Byron: Don Juan. Canto vi. St. 20 And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought Which the soul's war doth leave behind. 4801 Byron: Parisina. St. 20 Ah, the sweet young rose of hope is dead "Twill never bloom again! And the tears I shed for the beautiful dead, 4802 William Winter: Murmur of the Rain "Tis better that our griefs should not spread far. 4803 George Eliot: Armgart. Sc. 5. There is no flock, however watched and tended, There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, 4804 Longfellow: Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; 4807 Longfellow: The Rainy Day My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, 4808 Longfellow: The Rainy Day. But O! for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! 4809 Never morning wore Tennyson: Break, break, break Tennyson: In Memoriam. Pt. vi. St. 2 This is truth the poet sings, To evening, but some heart did break. 4810 That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happie: Tell me what is sorrow? It is a gloomy cage. 4813 R. H. Stoddard: Sorrow and Joy Tell me what is sorrow? It is a garden-bed. Which in that garden grows. 4814 R. H. Stoddard: Sorrow and Joy Everywhere -—-- Sorrow, the heart must bear, Sits in the home of each, conspicuous there. BOUL-see Eternity, Futurity, Immortality. Shaks.: Sonnet cxxv But whither went his soul, let such relate To live uprightly then is sure the best, To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest. 4820 Dryden Palamon and Arcite. Bk. iii. Line 2120 The Soul, secure in her existence, smiles The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds! It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate, R. H. Dana: Thoughts on the Soul. Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven! Young: Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 455. Who tells me he denies his soul's immortal, Young: Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 1168. Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends. 4825 Longfellow: Michael Angelo. Pt. ii. 2. The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 4826 Byron Bride of Ab. Canto i. St. 6 He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 57 Robert Browning: La Saisiaz. Prologue SOUND. Sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; 4829 SPAIN. Tennyson: The Princess. Canto vii Not all the blood at Talavera shed, Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight, Have won for Spain her well-asserted right. When shall her olive-branch be free from blight? Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, 4831 SPECTACLES. Mrs. Hemans: Abencerrage. Canto ii. Line, 1 Between nose and eyes a strange contest arose, Cowper: Report of an Adjudged Cas SPECULATION - Thou hast no speculation in those eyes 4833 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4 Byron: Werner. Act ii. Sc. 2 All's to be fear'd where all is to be gain'd. 4834 |