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Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.
-Dr. S. Johnson. The Rambler, No. 47.
Sorrow, long-indulg'd and slow,
The vulgar falls, and none laments his fate, Sorrow has hardly leisure for the great.
-Rowe. Lucan's Pharsalia, Bk. IV.
'Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
He well repents that will not sin, yet can;
(Tis held that) sorrow makes us wise. -Tennyson. In Memoriam, CVIII.
More akin to earthly things,
Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings.
Sorrow more beautiful than beauty's self.
Sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladness, Is like the mirth fate turns to sudden sadness. -Shakspere. Troilus and Cressida (Troilus), Act I., Sc. I.
Sorrow, the way to death.
-Keats. Endymion, 1.
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly. -George Eliot.
The Mill on the Floss, Bk. IV., Ch. III.
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,
-Wither. Poem on Christmas.
No wringing of the hands and knocking the breast, or wishing one's self unborn; all which are but the ceremonies of sorrow, the pomp and ostentation of an effeminate grief, which speak not so much the greatness of the misery as the smallness of the mind.
Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
For the external expressions and vent of sorrow, we know that there is a certain pleasure in weeping; it is the discharge of a big and swelling grief, of a full and strangling discontent; and therefore he that never had such a burden upon his heart as to give him opportunity thus to ease it has one pleasure in this world yet to
In wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief. -Shakspere. Richard II. (Richard), Act V., Sc. I.
It is not given to all to stir the heart
And sway the soul, with all-inspiring voice.
That soothes in sorrow, smiles when we rejoice.
But unto all is given the right to love
The harmonies divine that weave a spell
Sent down to earth from where the immortals dwell.
-J. C. H.
Let me have music dying, and I seek no more delight.
In the germ, when the first trace of life begins to stir, music is the nurse of the soul; it murmurs in the ear, and the child sleeps; the tones are companions of his dreams,-they are the world in which he lives.
The man that hath no music in himself,
Music is the medicine of an afflicted mind; a sweet sad measure is the balm of a wounded spirit; and joy is heightened by exultant strains. -Henry Giles.
There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears.
A good ear for music and a good taste for music are two very different things which are often confounded; and so is comprehending and enjoying every object of sense and sentiment. -Lord Greville.
Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn. -Beattie.
The lines of poetry, the periods of prose, and even the texts of Scripture most frequently recollected and quoted, are those which are felt to be pre-eminently musical.
Give me music;
Flood the air with sound
But let it be superb and grand and high,
Not such as leaves my proud ambition bound. -R. H. Stoddard.
Music is a discipline, and a mistress of order and good manners; she makes the people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable.