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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the read more
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart read more
Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
Made answer to my word.
A sympathetic heart is like a spring of pure water bursting forth from the mountain side.
A sympathetic heart is like a spring of pure water bursting forth from the mountain side.
When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.
When you are in trouble, people who call to sympathize are really looking for the particulars.
The man who melts
With social sympathy, though not allied,
Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
The man who melts
With social sympathy, though not allied,
Is more worth than a thousand kinsmen.
Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart
Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.