Tears are the silent language of grief

Tears are the silent language of grief

The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience read more

The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience gleans,
The saddest are: "It might have beans."
(The did not make this up myself:
'Twas in a book upon my shelf.
It's witty, but I don't deny
It's rather Whittier than I.)

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.
[Ger., Ach! aus dem Gluck entwickelt oft sich Schmerz.]

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved.
[Ger., Ach! aus dem Gluck entwickelt oft sich Schmerz.]

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is thought and feeling which guides the universe, not deeds.

It is thought and feeling which guides the universe, not deeds.

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.

Ah, don't be sorrowful darling,
And don't be sorrowful, pray:
Taking the year together, my dear,
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Ah, don't be sorrowful darling,
And don't be sorrowful, pray:
Taking the year together, my dear,
There isn't more night than day.

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?

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...

Tears are words that are too deep to be spoken...