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In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds which blow
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In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds which blow
From the desolate shores of doubt.
My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu read more
My sorrows are overwhelming, but my virtue is left to me.
[Fr., Mes malheurs sont combles, mais ma vertu me reste.]
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.]
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.
[Lat., Oderunt hilarem tristes tristemque jocosi.]
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.
[Lat., Oderunt hilarem tristes tristemque jocosi.]
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
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A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other read more
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for read more
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
[Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]
