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pany, and conversation when we are weary or SORROW-Advantages of. being alone, so that the one cures the other.
Thou canst not tell There is in fine no man so miserable as he that How rich a dowry sorrow gives the soul, is at a loss how to use his time. Seneca. How firm a faith and eagle-sight of God.
Alford. SONG--Influence of. Come then, a song; a winding gentle song Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. To lead me into sleep. Let it be low
Pollok. As zephyr, telling secrets to his rose,
SORROW-Causes of. For I would hear the murmuring of my
We fancy that all our afflictions are sent us thoughts ;
directly from above; sometimes we think it in And more of voice than of that other music
piety and contrition, but oftener in moroseThat grows around the strings of quivering
ness and discontent. It would be well, how. lutes ; But most of thought: for with my mind I listen. ever, if we attempted to trace the causes of And when the leaves of sound are shed upon it,
them; we should probably find their origin in If there's no seed, remembrance grows not there, well explored, or in which we had secretly de
some region of the heart which we never had So life, so death : a song, and then a dream !
posited our worst indulgences. The clouds Begin before another dewdrop fall From the soft hold of these disturbed flowers, from the heavens, but from the earth.
that intercept the heavens from us come not For sleep is filling up my senses fast, And from these words I sink. Beddoes.
W. S. Landor.
SORROW-True Character of. SONG-Power of.
The sorrows which the soul endures, And if even words are sweet, what, what is Not self-inflicted, are but hooded joys, song,
That when she toucbes the white strand of When lips we love the melody prolong ?
heaven, How thrills the soul and vibrates to that lay, They cluster round her and slip off their robes, Swells with the glorious sound, or dies away! And laugh out angels in the world of light. How to the cadence of the simplest words
J. Stanyan Bigg. That ever hung upon the wild harp's chords
SORROW-Comfort in. The breathless heart lies listening ; as it felt Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall All life within it on that music dwelt,
St. Matthee. And bush'd the beating pulse's rapid power, By its own will for that enchanted hour.
Whoever can turn his weeping eyes to
Hon. Mrs. Norton. beaven has lost nothing; for there, above, is SONGS-Celestiality of.
everything he can wish for here below. Ho Little dewdrops of celestial melody. Carlyle. only is a loser, who persists in looking down
on the narrow plains of the present time. SONNETTEERS-Number of.
Richter. In all ages, and in every nation where poetry SORROW-Coming of. has been in fashion, the tribe of sonnetteers Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a hath been very numerous. Every pert young fragrance as before a storm. Beauteous soul ! Pellow that has a moving fancy, and the least when a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant jingle of verse in his head, sets up for a writer
as a sweet-swelling flower.
Ibid. of songs, and resolves to immortalize his bottle or his mistress. What a world of insipid pro- SORROW-Definition of. ductions in this kind have we been postered Sorrow is knowledge.
Вутов. . with since the Revolution, to go no higher.
Steele. SORROW-Abstraction of.
SORROW-Degrees of. And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, First learn my grief, how fearful and how And she forgot the blue above the trees,
deep, And she forgot the dells where waters run, Starting, I woke from my childhood's rosy sleep, And she forgot the chilly autumu breeze ;
The bud burst forth ! a secret thrill came o'er She had no knowledge when the day was done,
And the new morn she saw not : but in peace The breath of love drew forth each hue so Hung over ber sweet Basil evermore,
bright; And moisten'd it with tears unto the core. A bero raised me to his own proud height.
Keats. And life and all its charms lay spread before me.
“ Already with the bridal myrtle crown'd SORROW-Excess of. For him in whom my very being was bound, I watch'd, with mingled fear and rapture either with tears or reproaches, an excess of
As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved glowing; The marriage-torches cast their ruddy glare ;
sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter: while,
on the other hand, not to mourn at all is inThey brought me in bis corpse and laid it there,
Seneca. From seven deep wounds his crimson heart's blood flowing."
Man bath a godlike might in danger's hour,
In the red battle or the tempest's power; The second took the word with trembling tone: Yet is he weak when tides of anguish swell. "Oh, pot of shame! of blood the form alone
Ah! who can mark with cold and tearless eyes That sleeping still or waking meets her view; The grief of stricken man, when his sole idol My heart too opened to that breath divine,
Mrs. Sigourney. Anguish and rapture--they have both been For me the cup of love has mantled too.
The dark in soul see in the universe their The glory vapish'd from the lov'd one's head; own shadow: the shattered spirit can only I saw him selfish, mean, his brightness filed, reflect external beauty, in form as untrue and And yet, alas, I lov'd bim him alone!
broken as itself.
Binney. He went; if shame still chain him to her side, Or raving madness drive him far and wide, SORROW-General. I know not; but the grief is all my own."
One can never be the judge of another's She ceased; the third then sadly took the grief. That which is a sorrow to one, to word :
another is joy. Let us not dispute with any
one concerning the reality of his sufferings ; “In one brief sentence all my sorrows dwell, it is with sorrows as with countries, - each Till thou hast heard it, pause ! consider well,
man has his own.
Chateaubriand, Ere yet the final judgment thou assign, And learn my better right, too clearly proved. SORROW-Godly. Four words suffice me: I was never loved ! The palm of grief thou wilt allow is mine."
Godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvaMadame de Pontes. tion not to be repented of ; but the sorrow
of the world worketh death. For, behold, this | SORROW-Description of.
self-same thing, that ye sorrowed after a godly
sort, what carefulness it wrought in you ; yea, Look, who comes here ! a grave unto a soul,
what clearing of yourselves; yea, what indig. Holding the eternal spirit, against her will,
pation; yea, what fear; yea, what vehement In the vile prison of afflicted breath.
desire; yea, what zeal; yea, what revenge !
Shakspeare. In all things you have approved yourselves to SORROW-Effects of.
be clear in this matter.
St. Paul. By sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
David. SORROW--Goodness attendant on. Sorrow turns the stars into mourners, and
Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.
Mrs. Slowe. every wind of heaven into a dirge. Hannoy. SORROW-Evidences of.
SORROW-turned to Joy. And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day: The intersected lines of thought;
Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Those furrows, which the burning shore Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array Of sorrow ploughs untimely there :
He cheers the morn, and all the world Scars of the lacerated mind,
relieveth : Which the soul's war doth leave behind. And as the bright sun glorifies the sky,
Byron. So is her face illumined with her eye. SORROWS-Evils of.
SORROW-Knowing most of. Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide He who has most of heart, knows most of night. Shakspeare. I sorrow,
To tell of their existence,-how the time Sorrow seems sent for our instruction, as we Delights to linger in its flight ! whilst joy, darken the cages of birds when we would All wanton laughing joy, cao scarcely gain teach them to sing.
Richter. The tribute of an hour, ere the sun
Hath shrouded him in night! E'en misery SORROW-a Messenger.
Hath something fondly cherished in its sighs ; For sorrow is the messenger between
I've read of some that felt a throb in grief The poet and men's bosoms :-Genius can
So soothing, that it grew within their hearts Fill with unsympathising gods the scene,
For ever, and when sorrow died awcy, But grief alone can teach us what is man.
And infant pleasure trembled to their cell, Bulver Lytton.
They have rejected change, and clung to that
Which custom had made dear, by mournful ties, SORROW-Moderation in.
Too sacred to be broken.
Blanchard. My friend I enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more:
SORROW-Secret. Be wise and cheerful; and no longer read For his was not that open artless soul, The form of things with an unworthy eye. That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow; She sleeps in the calm grave, and peace is here. Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, I well remember that those very plumes, Whate'er his grief mote be, which he could Those weeds, and the high spear-grass on that not control.
Byron. wall, By mist and silver rain-drops silver'd o'er,
SORROW-Sharpness of. As once I pass'd, did to my heart convey The first sharp sorrow, -ay, the breaking up So still an image of tranquillity,
Of that deep fountain, never to be seal'd So calm and still, and look'd so beautiful, Till we with Time close up the great account. Amid the uneasy thoughts that fill'd my inind,
Caroline Buales. That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the grief
Around my steps The passing shows of Being leave behind, Floated his fame, like music, and I lived Appear'd an idle dream, that would not live But in the lofty sound. But when my heart Where meditation was.
I turn'd away,
In one frail ark had ventured all, when most And walk'd along my road in happiness ! He seem'd to stand between my soul and
Wordsworth. heaven, SORROW-Overmuch.
Then came the thunderbolt !_'tis ever thus ! Sorrow over
much is suicide of the heart, and And the unquiet and foreboding sense as in Silesia the self-murderer is buried with That thus 'twill ever be, doth link itselfhis head downwards, so the man sorrowing Darkly-with all deep love !--He died ! over-much lies in the same manner with his
Mrs. Herens face upon the earth, and yet without being SORROW-Smile of. in it; instead of raising his towards the pre- You've seen the lightning's flash at night, sent and future heavens, which he has lost. Play brightly o'er a cloudy pile ; Lift thyself up, look around, and see something The moonshine tremble on the height, higher and brighter than earth, earthworms, When winter glances cold and bright ;and earthly darkness.
Richter. And like that flash, and like that light,
Is sorrow's vain and heartless sinile. Whittio. SORROW-Remedy for.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which SORROW-Uses of. every new idea contributes in its passage to Night brings out stars, as sorrows show us scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant truths.
Bailes. life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.
Johnson. There are a thousand joyous things in life, SORROW-Sacredness of.
Which pass unbeeded in a life of joy How wearily the moments seem to glide As thine bath been, till breezy sorrow comes O'er sadness! When the heart is still, and To ruffle it; and daily duties paid wrapt
Hardly at first, at length will bring repose In its own kindred loneliness, and thought To the sad mind that studies to perform them. Rejects the aid of fancy, all her forms
7alfound So fondly soft and so illusive, pass In mockery away, so powerless,
Oh! when the retiring world melts aray That not a smile is left of all their pride behind us to a small point, how we sball mourn
over our present follies, our sad pleasures, our The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest
wayward and unbridled sorrows, and our In that which perishes ; nor will be lend | unheavenly lives! Each departed friend is a His heart to aught that doth on time depend. magnet that attracts us to the next world, and
Michael Angelo. the old man lives among graves. A small grievance makes us beside our.
The soul that lives, ascends frequently, and selves, a great sorrow makes us retire within ourselves; a bell with a small crack sounds
runs familiarly, through the streets of the dull
, but if it be broken more, it sounds clear heavenly Jerusalem, visiting the patriarchs again.
and prophets, saluting the apostles, and ad
miring the army of martyrs. So do thou lead SORROWS-come not Alone.
on thy beart, and bring it to the palace of the Great King.
Baxter. When sorrows come, they come not single
spies, But in battalions !
SOUL-Development of the.
More truths than we look for are to be SORROWS AND PLEASURE-Treat- found in the old comparison between the dement of
velopment of the soul and that of the butThat which the French proverb hath of terfly; for, in the caterpillar, instinct finds sickness, is true of all evils, that they come on the plan of the future fabric which it has to horseback, and go away on foot : we have often work out. In the caterpillar lies hid, acseen a sudden fall, or one meal's surfeit hath 'cording to Swammerdam, the chrysalis; and
stuck by many to their graves ; whereas this again, contains the butterfly, with its | pleasures come like oxen, slow and heavily, folded wings, and antennæ. And this pale
and go away like post-borses, upon the spur. imprisoned form goes through its successive Sorrows, because they are lingering guests, I labours, casting its skin, spinning for itself will entertain but moderately ; knowing that new bonds, and immuring itself in the cocoon, the more they are made of, the longer they only that it may, at length, break forth to will continue : and for pleasures, because they freedom, and, leaving behind it its slough, stay pot, and do but call to drink at my door, and renouncing for ever its coarse diet of I will use them as passengers with slight leaves, sport henceforth amid the flowers, respect. He
his own best friend, that makes feed upon honey, and live for love. Oh ! how least of both of them.
do these similitudes speak the desires of the
soul! How gladly would it, in its pupa state, SOUL-Activity of the.
be permitted to burst the chrysalis, and
widely, fully expand those soft tender wings, There is an active principle in the human that are bruised in its dungeon-tepement ! soul, that will ever be exerting its faculties to For is not this the consummation for wbich it the utmost stretch, in whatever employment, bears a thousand sufferings-for which it by the accidents of time and place, the general undergoes privation and pain ? Surely, it plan of education, or the customs and manners
were a waste of energies, a harsh contraof the age and country, it may happen to find diction, if the butterfly, after its long im. itself engaged.
Blackstone. prisonment in the unsightly larva, after all its
painful casting off its skin, its narrow swathSOUL-Aspiration of the.
ing-bands, the dark dungeon of an almost Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high,
torpid pupa, should come forth-nothing; or So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be.
come forth in corruption, with its foul slough
hanging around it as a shroud. Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky
But Shoots higher much than he that means a
can believe all this--ready to
i believe all against God, but slow of heart to tree,
| receive all that would speak of His infinite A grain of glory, mixed with humbleness, Cures both a fever and lethargicness. Herbert.
wisdom and infinite goodness! One cloudy day is sufficient to obscure from our view a
whole life full of divine sunshine; and the Flearen-born, the soul a heaven-ward course short, dark hour of death shuts out from us must hold;
the long, bright future. Wo do, indeed, live Beyond the visible world she soars to seek in a wonderful night of existence; and these (For what deliguts the sense is false and anticipations, these presentiments are weak)
moonlight. But does not this pre-suppose a Ideal form, the universal mould.
BOUL-Education of the.
He has been evidently sparing both of labour Life is the soul's nursery. Thackeray. and materials; for by the various wonderful
invention of propagation, He has provided for SOUL-Hopes of the.
the continual peopling this world with plants The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, and animals, without being at the trouble of Rests and expatiates on a life to come. Pope. repeated new creations; and, by the natural
reduction of compound substances to their SOUL-Immortality of the.
original elements, capable of being employed Whatever that be, which thinks, which in new compositions. He has prevented the understands, which wills, which acts, it is necessity of creating new matter; so that the something celestial and divine; and, upon air, water, earth, and perhaps fire, which, being that account, must necessarily be eternal.
compounded, form wood, do, when the wood Cicero. is dissolved, return, and again become earth,
air, fire, and water. I say, that when I see Not all the subtilties of metaphysics can nothing annihilated, and not a drop of water make me doubt a moment of the immortality of wasted, I cannot suspect the annihilation of the soul, and of a beneficent Providence. I souls, or believe that He will suffer the daily feel it, I believe it, I desire it, I hope it, and
waste of millions of minds ready made that will defend it to my last breath. Rousseau.
now exist, and put himself to the continual trouble of making new ones. Thus, finding
myself to exist in the world, I believe I sball, If I am mistaken in my opinion that the in some shape or other, always exist; and with human soul is immortal, I willingly err; nor all the inconveniences human life is liable to, would I have this pleasing error extorted from I shall not object to a new edition of mine, me: and if, as some minute philosophers hoping, however, that the errata of the last suppose, death should deprive me of my may be corrected.
Franklin. being, I need not fear the raillery of those pretended philosophers when they are no
Little, indeed, does it concern us in this our mortal stage, to inquire whence the spirit bath come;
but of wbat infinite concern is the The soul, considered with its Creator, is like consideration whither it is going. Surely such one of those mathmatical lines that may draw consideration demands the study of a life. nearer to another for all eternity without a
Southe. possibility of touching it; and can there be a
SOUL-Inscrutability of the. thought so transporting, as to consider ourselves iu these perpetual approaches to Him, The first philosophers, whether Chaldeans who is not only the standard of perfection but or Egyptians, said there must be sometbing of happiness?
Addison. within us which produces our thoughts. That
something must be very subtle : it is a breath; The soul on earth is an immortal guest, it is fire; it is ether; it is a quintessence; it Compell’d to starve at an unreal feast; is a slender likeness; it is an intelechia; it is A spark, which upward tends by nature's force; a number; it is harmony; lastly, according A stream, diverted from his parent source ; to the divine Plato, it is a compound of the A drop, dissever'd from the boundless sea; same and the other ! It is atoms which think A moment, parted from eternity;
in iis, said Epicurus, after Democritus. But A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come; my friend, how does an atom think! AcknowAn exile, anxious for his native home.
ledge that thou knowest nothing of the matter. Hannah More.
SOUL-Opinions of the. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. One thinks the soul is air; another, fire; The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Anether, blood diffus'd about the beart; Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; Another saith the elements conspire, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, And to her essence each doth gire a part. Unhurt, amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds. But, as the sharpest eye discerneth nought,
Addison. Except the sunbeam in the air do shine,
So the best soul with her reflecting thought, When I observe that there is great frugality Sees not herself without some light divine. as well as wisdom in the works of God, since