Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest read more

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that's gone:
Violets plucked the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved read more

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

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.

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?

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 may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.