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“ Already with the bridal myrtle crown'd SORROW-Excess of. For him in whom my very being was bound,
As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved I watch'd, with mingled fear and rapture
either with tears or reproaches, an excess of glowing;
sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter : while, The marriage-torches cast their ruddy glare ;
on the other hand, not to mourn at all is in. They brought me in his corpse and laid it there,
Seneca. From seven deep wounds his crimson heart's blood flowing."
Man hath 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, not 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
The My heart too opened to that breath divine,
Mrs. Sigourney. Anguish and rapture—they have both been
mine; For me the cup of love has mantled too.
The dark in soul see in the universe their The glory vapish'd from the lovd one's head; own shadow: the shattered spirit can only | I saw him selfish, mean, his brightness fled, reflect external beauty, in form as untrue and And yet, alas, I lov'd him !-him alone!
broken as itself.
Binney. ! He went ; if shame still chain bim to her side, | Or raving madness drive him far and wide,
SORROW-Ġeneral. | 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 salva
tion not to be repented of; but the sorrow Madame de Pontes.
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 indigHolding 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. i
Duvid. SORROW-Goodness attendant on.
Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is Sorrow turns the stars into mourners, and every wind of heaven into a dirge. Hannoy.
capable of good.
Mrs. Stowe. 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 I 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,
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. | 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, can scarcely gain teach them to sing.
Richter. | The tribute of an hour, ere the sun
Hath shrouded him in night! Een 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 grow within their hearts Fill with unsympathising gods the scene,
For ever, and when sorrow died away, But grief alone can teach us what is man.
And infant pleasure trembled to their cell, Bulwer Lytton.
They have rejected change, and clung to tbat SORROW-Moderation in.
Which custom had made dear, by mournful ties,
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
Byrvik. wall, By mist and silver raiu-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 seai'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 mind,
Caroline Boxle. 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
Urs. Hears. 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 tbat light,
Is sorrow's vain and heartless smile. Whittier 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.
Builea. 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 their. Rejects the aid of fancy, all her forms
Talivert So fondly soft and so illusive, pass In mockery away, so powerless,
Oh! when the retiring world melts arar That not a smile is left of all their pride behind us to a small point, how we shall moun
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 | unhearenly 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
runs familiarly, through the streets of the ourselses; a bell with a small crack sounds dull, but if it be broken more, it sounds clear
heavenly Jerusalem, visiting the patriarchs
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.
i 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 Į 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 not, and do but call to drink at my door, and renouncing for ever its coarse diet of I will use them as passenrers with slight leaves, sport henceforth amid the flowers.
respect. He is his own best friend, that makes feed upon honey, and live for love. Oh ! how i least of both of them.
Bishop Hall. ( 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-tenement ! 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
come forth in corruption, with its foul slough So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be.
| hanging around it as a shroud. Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky
But men can believe all this--ready to Shoots higher much than he that means a
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,
wisdom and infinite goodness! One cloudy Cures both a fever and lethargicness. Herbert.
day is sufficient to obscure from our view a
whole life full of divine sunshine; and the Heaven-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 our 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 dails 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.
pow 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,
I shall not obiect to a new ed me: and if, as some minute philosophers / hoving, however, that the erra
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 more.
our mortal stage, to inquire whence the spirit
hath come; but of what 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
Surtkcg. possibility of touching it; and can there be a
SOUL-Inscrutability of the. thought so transporting, as to consider ourselves in these perpetual approaches to Him, The first pbilosophers, 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 wbich think A moment, parted from eternity;
in us, said Epicurus, after Democritus. But, A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come; my friend, how does an atom think! Acknor. An exile, anxious for his native home.
ledge that thou knowest nothing of the matter. Hannah More.
SOUL-Opinions of the.
One thinks the soul is air; another, fire;
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 |
SOUL-Progression of the.
too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but
on earth never to be unfolded! Carlyle. There is not, in my opinion, a more pleasing and triumphant consideration in religion, than that of the perpetual progress which the soul There are souls which fall from heaven like makes towards the perfection of its nature, flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under without erer arriving at a period in it. To | the foul tread of some brutal hoof. Richter, look upon the soul as going on from strength to strength. to consider that she is to shine for ever with new accessions of glory, and
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; brighten to all eternity; that she will be still
The soul that rises with us our life's star, adding virtue to virtue, and knowledge to
Hath bad elsewhere its setting, knowledge; carries in it something wonder
And cometh from afar: fully agreeable to that ambition which is
Not in entire forgetfulness, natural to the mind of man. Nay, it must be
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, a prospect pleasing to God himself, to see His
From God who was our home : creation for ever beautifying in His eyes, and drawing nearer to Him, by greater degrees of
Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! resemblance.
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy, SOUL-Protection of the,
But he beholds the light and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy; i Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, The youth, who daily farther from the East
than that God has given us, at the moment of Must travel, still is Nature's priest, our birth, an angel to take care of it. Jerome. And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended; SOUL-Purity of the
At length the man perceives it die away, The mind is never right but when it is at
And fade into the light of common day. peace within itself; the soul is in heaven even
SOUL-Voice of the. while it is in the flesh, if it be purged of its | patural corruptions, and taken up with divine
After all, let a man take what pains he may Į thoughts and contemplations.
Seneca. to hush it down, a human soul is an awful,
ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to
have. Who knows the metes and bounds of For what contend the wise ? for nothing less it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,-those Than that the soul, freed from the bond of
shudderings and tremblings, which it can do sense,
more live down than it can outlive its own And to her God restored by evidence
eternity! What a fool is he who locks his | of things not seen, drawn forth from their
door to keep out spirits, who has in his own recess,
bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone; whose Root there, and not in forms, her holiness.
voice, smothered far down, and piled over with Wordsworth
mountains of earthliness, is yet like the foreSOUL-Sensibility of the.
warning trumpet of doom! Mrs. Slowce. If self-knowledge be a path to virtue, virtue
SOUND-Succumbing to Time. is a much better one to self-knowledge. The more pure the soul becomes, it will, like cer
Sound even must succumb to the silent taid precious stones that are sensible to the
power of Time.
Richter. contact of poison, shrink from the fetid
SOUNDS-Rural, vapours of evil impressions.
Not rural sights alone, but rural sounds SOUL-Sinning against the.
Exhilarate the spirits, and restore
The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, I Never let man imagine that he can pursue a
That sweep the skirts of some far-spreading good end by evil means, without sinning
wood 1 against his own soul! Any other issue is
Of ancient growth, make music not unlike ! doubtful; the evil effect on himself is certain.
The dash of ocean on his winding shore,
And lull the spirit while they fill the mind. SOUL-Source of the.
Cowper. Alas! while the body stands so broad and SOUNDS-Sympathy with brawny, inust the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, stupified, almost annihilated ? Alas ! this was, And as the wind is pitched the ear is pleased