But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,Your pains they witness, but they can no more,While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure: Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.william congreve
He nursed the feelings these dull scenes produce, And loved to stop beside the opening sluice; Where the small stream, confined in narrow bound, Ran with a dull, unvaried, sad'ning sound; Where all presented to the eye or ear, Oppressed the soul! with misery, grief, and fear.George Crabbe
Every Artist is a Cannibal,every Poet is a Thief.All kill for inspiration and sing about their griefbono
"I cannot express my joy. I find it very difficult to conceal it from my aunt; but I don't wish to trouble her with my feelings till I know whether I ought to indulge them or not. If I find it my absolute duty to suppress them, they shall trouble no one but myself; and if I can really feel myself justified in indulging this attachment, I can dare anything, even the anger and grief of my best friend."anne brontë
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee;When thou art old there’s grief enough for thee.Robert Greene
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,Did all within this circle move!Edmund Waller
Such grief might make the mountain stoop, reverse the waters where they flow, but cannot burst these ponderous bolts that block us from the prison cells crowded with mortal woe...anna akhmatova
Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief; Or at least, faith unbelief.arthur hugh clough
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears: Yet, slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs: List to the heavy part the music bears, Woe weeps out her division, when she sings. Droop herbs, and flowers, Fall grief in showers, Our beauties are not ours; O, I could still, Like melting snow upon some craggy hill, Drop, drop, drop, drop, Since nature's pride is now, a withered daffodil.Ben Jonson
I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?
The nightingale as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making. And mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth.
But, as old Swedish legends say, Of all the birds upon that day, The swallow felt the deepest grief, And longed to give her Lord relief, And chirped when any near would come, "Hugswala swala swal honom!" Meaning, as they who tell it deem, Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him!charles godfrey leland
What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.william shakespeare
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
True repentance has as its constituent elements not only grief and hatred of sin, but also an apprehension of the mercy of God in Christ. It hates the sin, and not simply the penalty; and it hates the sin most of all because it has discovered God's love.
Darlings of the forest! Blossoming alone When Earth's grief is sorest For her jewels gone Ere the last snow-drift melts your tender buds have blown.
Equal to friend and enemy , equal to honour and insult , pleasure and pain , praise and w:Blame:blame, grief and happiness , heat and cold (to all that troubles with opposite affections the normal nature ), silent, content and well-satisfied with anything and everything, not attached to person or thing, place or home, firm in mind (because it is constantly seated in the highest self and fixed for ever on the one divine object of his love and adoration ), that man is dear to Me.
To weep, is to make less the depth of grief: Tears, then, for babes; blows, and revenge for me!
There’s some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. Good my lords, I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities but I have That honourable grief lodg’d here, which burns Worse than tears drown. Beseech you all, my lords, With thoughts so qualified as your charities Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so The king’s will be perform’d!
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.Percy Bysshe Shelley
In the throat Of Hell, before the very vestibule Of opening Orcus, sit Remorse and grief, And pale Disease, and sad Old Age and Fear, And Hunger that persuades to crime, and Want: Forms terrible to see. Suffering and Death Inhabit here, and Death's own brother Sleep; And the mind's evil lusts and deadly War, Lie at the threshold, and the iron beds Of the Eumenides; and Discord wild Her viper-locks with bloody fillets bound.