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It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their read more
What precious drops are those,
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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!
We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
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We look through gloom and storm-drift
Beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Hard the eyes no tears.
If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.
If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord read more
There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
