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Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
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Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
