Sorrow: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
The lively Shadow-World of Song.— SCHILLER — The Artists.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 2.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.— SHELLEY — To Wordsworth. L. 12.
Because the gift of Song was chiefly lent, To give consoling music for the joys We lack, and not for those which we possess.— BAYARD TAYLOR — The Poet's Journal.
Third Evening. Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XLVIII. St. 4..
Swift, swift, and bring with you Song's Indian summer!— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Carrier Song. St. 2.
Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song. S.— EDMUND WALLER — TO Mr. Creech. L. 10.
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not mis-become a monarch.— HORACE WALPOLE — Letter to Sir
Horace Mann. 1770.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Home.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.— BAILEY — Festus. Sc. Water and Wood.
Midnight. Sorrow preys upon Its solitude and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.— BYRON — The Two Foscari. Act IV. Sc. 1
Men die, but sorrow never dies; The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties Of common brotherhood in pain.— SUSAN COOLIDGE — The Cradle Tomb in
Westminster Abbey. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.— COWPER — To an Afflicted Protestant
Lady Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.— GOETHE — Wilhelm Meister. Bk. II. Ch. XIII.
Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies.— GRAY — Ode on a Distant Prospect of
Eton College. To each his suff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. C.— GRAY — On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. St. 10.
Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?— HOGG — The Broken Heart.
A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,- Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. VI. L. 530.
Bryant's trans. Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.— HOMER — Iliad. Bk. XXII. L. 543.
Pope's trans. Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.— BEN JONSON — Every Man in his Humour. Act I. Sc. 3. See also GEO. WITHER
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.— KEATS — Hyperion. Bk. I. L. 36.
O, Sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?— KEATS — Endymion. Bk. IV.
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly : She is so constant to me, and so kind.— KEATS — Endymion. Bk. IV.
There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.— LONGFELLOW — Inferno. Canto V. L. 121.
Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain.— LORD LITTLETON — A Song.
Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe.— MOORE — Anacreontic.
Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.— POLLOK — Course of Time. Bk. I. L. 464.
Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her, "Grief will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day." Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain.— ADELAIDE A. PROCTER — Friend Sorrow.
I was not always a man of woe.— SCOTT — Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto II. St. 12.
Down, thou climbing sorrow.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 57.
Each new morn, New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowS Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out Like syllable of dolour.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 4.
Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wrecked with a week of teen.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 96.
S. Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did commit.— Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 74.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids 't break.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 209.
Here I and sorrows sit: Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 73.
If sorrow can admit society, Tell o'er your woes again by viewing mine.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 38.
I have, as when the sun doth light a storm, Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile : But sorrow, that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like that mirth fate turns to sudden sadness.— Shakespeare — Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 37.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud.— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 68.
SORROW.. Joy, being altogether wanting, It doth remember me the more of sorrow.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 13.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir, That may succeed as his inheritor.— Shakespeare — Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 63.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. C.— Shakespeare — Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 76.
Sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.— Shakespeare — Richard II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 61.
This sorrow's heavenly; It strikes where it doth love.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 21.
'Tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 19.
To weep with them that weep doth ease some deal; But sorrow flouted at is double death.— Shakespeare — Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 245.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 78.
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow and my grief were both extermin'd.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 86.
Your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then It hath no end.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 8. L. 44.
Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.— ALEXANDER SMITH — City Poems. A
Boy's Dream. Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaim In heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shame Lest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe, With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.— W. C. SOMERVILLE — The Lamentation
of David over Saul and Jonathan. SOUL (THE). Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken, Time, thy name.— SWINBURNE — Time and Life. St. 1.
What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done?— SWINBURNE — Wasted Love.
O sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood, But sometimes lovely, like a bride, And put thy harsher moods aside, If thou wilt have me wise and good.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. LIX.
Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death.— TENNYSON — The Lover's Tale. L. 597.
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remember ing happier things.— TENNYSON — Locksley Hall. St. 38.
When I was young, I said to Sorrow, "Come and I will play with thee!" He is near me now all day, And at night returns to say, "I will come again to-morrow- I will come and stay with thee."— AUBREY THOS. DE VEKE — Song. When
I was Young I said to Sorrow. Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them; For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them. S.— JOHN WEBSTER — Duchess of Malfi. Act III. Sc. 2.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.— JOHN WEBSTER — Duchess of Malfi. Act V. Sc. 5.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been and may be again.— WORDSWORTH — The Solitary Reaper.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night III. L. 63.
SOUL (THE). But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.— ADDISON — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1.
A soul as white as Heaven. X.— BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER — The Maid's Tragedy. Act IV. Sc. 1.
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.— ROBERT BROWNING — Cleon.
SOUL (THE). And he that makes his soul his surety, I think, does give the best security.— BUTLER — Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 203.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 6.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness; on the confines of two everlasting hostile empires, Necessity and Freewill. C.— CARLYLE — Essays. Goethe's Works.
No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, could ever compel the soul of man to believe or to disbelieve it is his own indefeasible light, that judgment of his; he will reign and believe there by the grace of God alone!— CARLYLE — Heroes and Hero Worship.
Lecture IV. It is the soul itself which sees and hears, and not those parts which are, as it were, but windows to the soul.— CICERO
From the looks-not the lips, is the soul reflected.— M'DONALD CLARKE — The Rejected
Lover. A corporation has no soul.— COKE — Reports. X. Rep. 32.
The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed centre.— HARTLEY COLERIDGE — Poems. To
Shakespeare. A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.— RICHARD CRASHAW — In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health. L. 33.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.— DRYDEN — Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 156.
I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more.— DRYDEN — Sebastian. Act I. Sc. 1.
The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul.— EMERSON — The American Scholar.
Gravity is the ballast of the soul, which keeps the mind steady.— FULLER — The Holy and Profane States.
Gravity. SOUL (THE). Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!— O. W. HOLMES — The Chambered Nautilus. St. 5.
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.— HOMER — Odyssey. Bk. XXIV. L. 19.
Pope's trans. The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.— VICTOR HUGO — Shakespeare. Bk. V. Ch. I.
The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone.— SAM'L JOHNSON — See NORTHCOTE'S
Johnsoniana. 487. Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher.— LONGFELLOW — Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV. The Cloisters.
The soul never grows old.— S. LONGFELLOW — Hyperion. Bk. IV. Ch. VIII.
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, "Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"— MOORE — Little Man and Little Soul.
Above the vulgar flight of common souls.— ARTHUR MURPHY — Zenobia. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 154.
Or looks on heav'n with more than mortal eyes, Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies, Amid her kindred stars familiar roam, Survey the region, and confess her home.— POPE — Windsor Forest. L. 264.
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.— POPE — Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 97.
Vital spark of heav'nly flame!— POPE — Paraphrase of Emperor Hadrian's
"Ode of the Dying Christian to His Soul." My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; Thy ships want sea-room; make it with thy tears.— QUARLES — Emblems. Bk. III. Ep. XI.
SOUL (THE). Go, Soul, the Body's guest, Upon a thankless errand; Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die, And give them all the lie.— SIR WALTER RALEIGH — The Farewell.
Yet stab at thee who will, No stab the soul can kill !— SIR WALTER RALEIGH — The Farewell.
And her immortal part with angels lives.— Shakespeare — Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1.
C. L. 19. Think'st thou I'll endanger my soul gratis?— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 14.
Thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 141.
Within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts thee her creditor.— Shakespeare — King John. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 20.
Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns, *** The soul Of man alone, that particle divine, Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail.— W. C. SOMERVILLE — The Chase. Bk. IV. L. 1.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme and doth the bodie make.— SPENSER — An Hymn in Honour of Beauty. L. 132.
The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all the observations and all the efforts of philosophers ought to turn towards this ME, the centre and moving power of our sentiments and our ideas. MADAME DE STAËL Germany. Pt. III. Ch. II. Her soul from earth to Heaven lies, Like the ladder of the vision, Whereon go To and fro, In ascension and demission, Star-flecked feet of Paradise.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — Scala Jacobi Portaque Eburnea. St. 1.
What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.— VOLTAIRE — A Philosophical Dictionary.
Soul. And keeps that palace of the soul serene.— EDMUND WALLER — Of Tea. L. 9.
Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvitio mæror levaretur. It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.— CICERO — Tusculanarum Disputationum.
III. 26. Oderunt hilarem tristes tristemque jocosi. The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.— HORACE — Epistolæ. I. 18. 89.
Nulla dies mærore caret. There is no day without sorrow.— SENECA — Troades. 77.
Car il n'est si beau jour qui n'amène sa nuit. For there is no day however beautiful that is not followed by night. On the tombstone of JEAN D' ORBESAN at Padua. Ach! aus dem Glück entwickelt oft sich Schmerz. Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.— GOETHE — Die Natürliche Tochter. II.
3. 17. Die Leiden sind wie die Gewitterwolken; in der Ferne sehen sie schwarz aus, über uns kaum grau. Sorrows are like thunderclouds in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.— JEAN PAUL RICHTER — Hesperus. XIV.
Kurz ist der Schmerz, und ewig ist die Freude! Brief is sorrow, and endless is joy.— SCHILLER — Die Jungfrau von Orleans.
V. 14. 44. Meine Ruh ist hin, Mein Herz ist schwer. My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.— GOETHE — Faust. I. 15.