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Fountains of tears. [Lat., Fons lacrymarum.] - Aeschylus, Agamemnon (861) We weep when we are born, Not when we die! - Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Metempsychosis Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears! - Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Two Moods Every tear is a verse, and every heart is a poem. - Marc Andre A child of those tears. [Lat., Filius istarum lacrymarum.] - Saint Aurelius Augustine (Augustine of Hippo), Confessions (bk. III, 12) For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. - Bible, Psalms (ch. XXX, v. 5) 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. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Tears 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." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning, The Sleep (st. 9) Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Corsair (canto II, st. 15) 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! - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Corsair (canto II, st. 15) 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. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Don Juan (canto V, st. 118) There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), Elegiac Stanzas--On the Death of Sir Peter Parker, Bart So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), The Bride of Abydos (canto I, st. 8) A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear. - Thomas Campbell, Gertrude of Wyoming (pt. I, st. 23) For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. - Thomas Campbell, Pleasures of Hope (pt. I, l. 180) We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Hard the eyes no tears. - John Vance Cheney, Tears Nothing dries sooner than a tear. [Lat., Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit.] - Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero) (often called "Tully" for short), Ad Herrenium (II, 31, 50) Words that weep, and tears that speak. - Abraham Cowley, The Prophet (st. 2, l. 8) And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. - William Cowper, The Rose 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. - Erasmus Darwin, The Botanic Garden (pt. II, canto III, l. 459) What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew? - John Dryden, The Conquest of Grenada (pt. II, act III, sc. 1) Waste not fresh tears over old griefs. - Euripides Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. - John William Fletcher, Queen of Corinth (act IV, sc. 1), not in original folio, said to be spurious The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast. - Thomas Gray, Eton College (st. 5) Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. - Thomas Gray, Progress of Poesy (III, 1, l. 12) Displaying page 1 of 4 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2 3 4
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