"Every perturbation is a misery, but grief a cruel torment," a domineering passion: as in old Rome, when the Dictator was created, all inferior magistracies ceased; when grief appears, all other passions vanish.

Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires: Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.

Far hence exert thy awful reign, Where tutelary shrines and solemn busts Inclose the hallow'd dust: Where feeble tapers shed a gloomy ray, And statues pity feign; Where pale-ey'd griefs their wasting vigils keep, There brood with sullen state, and nod with downy sleep.

Where'er we toss upon this crabbed stage, Griefs our companion; patience be our page.

I remember seeing six riders come signally to grief over a blind ditch in this jungle.

In vain she waits, and looks around, Still vainer are her cries; With shrieks the sacred aisles resound; Save echo, naught replies: Fell grief her throbbing heart enthrals, Her lips grow ghastly pale; She weepsshe faintsand senseless falls Before the altar-rail!

But between excitement and grief the child's eyes would not close, and she asked question after question, until Betty finally announced she should answer no more.

"If none will acquaint me with your wants, I must command you to retire, and while my parental heart grieves" "Giustizia!"

Nevermore shall men know suffering, Nevermore shall women wailing Shake to grief the God of Heaven.

Could ever grief, I wonder, or fixed care, Or even the lingering twilight of old age, Divest for me such memories of their sweet? Even Euktemon's obdurate mood broke down.

but grief an' pain For promised joy! Still, thou art bleat compared wi' me!

THE SHEEP-WASHERS’ LAMENT (Air: “The Bonnie Irish Boy.”) Come now, ye sighing washers all, Join in my doleful lay, Mourn for the times none can recall, With hearts to grief a prey.

To griefs congenial prone, More wounds than nature gave he knew, While misery's form his fancy drew In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.

But shrieks could not ease her distress, Nor grief her lost darling recover.

"Ah, my pictured life," you cry, "Fading into sea and sky!" Lost in thought that gently grieves you, All the fairy landscape leaves you; Sinks the sadness into rest, Ripple-like on water's breast; Mother's bosom rests the daughter, Grief the ripple, Love the water.

Hard is the heart that does not melt with ruth, When care sits, cloudy, on the brow of youth; When bitter griefs the female bosom swell, And Beauty meditates a fond farewell To her lov'd native land, prepar'd to roam, And seek in climes afar the peace denied at home.

But the sun shines out this mornin' an' the skies above are blue, An' with all my griefs an' trouble, I have somehow lived 'em through.

I'm crawling over a hump now that would have been a lot easier if the governor hadn't come to grief the way he did.

Then with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel

I. As wand'ring late on Albion's shore That chains the rude tempestuous deep, I heard the hollow surges roar And vainly beat her guardian steep; I heard the rising sounds of woe Loud on the storm's wild pinion flow; And still they vibrate on the mournful lyre, That tunes to grief its sympathetic wire.

me, yet sad it is to know, The many griefs the future brings, That time must change that note to woe, Which now its merry carrol sings.