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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.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
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.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
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.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
