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If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common read more
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys. -Alphonse de Lamartine.
There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
[Lat., Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis read more
There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.
[Lat., Nullus dolor est quem non longinquitas temporis minuat ac
molliat.]
Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er read more
Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er had roost
Nor found an olive-leaf.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and read more
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
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On me, on me
Time and change can heap no more!
The painful past with blighting grief
Hath left my heart a withered leaf.
Time and change can do no more.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.
When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
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When we hear oxymoron
we think that those
who eat oxen become morons
.. their brains occluded
by animal fat
.. cannot receive oxygen
When we hear Oxfam
we think famine..
that those who promote
oxeating
create famine.
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
