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The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness read more
The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness of the strain.
- Sarah Williams ("Saidie"),
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind read more
There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.
There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
