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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.
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
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She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears,
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when man's eye appears
Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
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There is a tear for all who die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]
A child of those tears.
[Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.]
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
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And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone my bier ye come to weep,
Let One, most loving of you all,
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep."
Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in read more
Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place
And touch but tombs,--look up! Those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
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What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain,
That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine,
Already polish'd by the hand divine!
The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from read more
The tears fall, they're so easy to wipe off onto my sleeve, but how do I erase the stain from my heart?