What gem hath dropp'd, and sparkles o'er his chain? The tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, That starts at once--bright pure--from Pity's mine, Already polish'd by the hand divine!
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears, For women shed and use them at their liking; But there is something when man's eye appears Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Hard the eyes no tears.
Nothing dries sooner than a tear. [Lat., Nihil enim lacryma citius arescit.]
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
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.
The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast.
Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Never a tears bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Let tears flow of their own accord: their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.
There are times when God asks nothing of his children except silence, patience and tears.
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