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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved read more
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
[It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
Ci farebbero pieta!]
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the read more
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars.
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
We weep when we are born,
Not when we die!
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
One joy shatters a hundred griefs
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
He that conceals his grief finds no remedy for it
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.