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Mourning: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 57.

O! sing unto my roundelay, O! drop the briny tear with me. Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be; My love is dead, Gone to his death bed All under the willow tree.— THOS. CHATTERTON — Ella.

Minstrel's Songs. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.— COLLINS — Dirge in Cymbeline.

When I am dead, no pageant train Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, Nor worthless pomp of homage vain Stain it with hypocritic tear.— EDWARD EVERETT — Alaric the Visigoth.

Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. 22. L. 422.

Pope's trans. His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Life of Edmund

Smith (on the Death of Garrick). He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.— SIR HENRY TAYLOR — Philip Van Artevelde. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5.

Let us weep in our darkness-but weep not for him! Not for him-who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him-who has died full of honor and years! Not for him-who ascended Fame's ladder so high. From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.— N. P. WILLIS — The Death of Harrison. St. 6.

Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi. If you wish me to weep, you must mourn first yourself.— HORACE — Ars Poetica. CII.