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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.
Tears are the silent language of grief
Tears are the silent language of grief
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life read more
Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Tears are words the heart can't express
Tears are words the heart can't express
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?
If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.
If you wish me to weep, you must first show grief yourself.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
