Surely so sad a reverse, might well claim sympathy; but there remaineth to him one consolation, and it cheers him in the house of his pilgrimage.

As on a morn a traveller might emerge LXXXIX Where shall I look for thee XC O sad, sad face and saddest eyes that ever XCI

His course I sad deplore, With heavy sighs.

I have, from my childhood, delighted in poetry: if lonely, it was my companion; if sad, my comfort; if glad, it gave a voice to my joy.

To some who swept them it gave out tender and touching melody, to others its harshest and saddest discords.

Methinks a curse may still be on her life, She is so wild and strange, so sad her very eyes.

Wan and pale her bonny brow, Sunken and sad her eyelids now.

I had a glimpse of her face; so sad a face I had never seen before.

Obedience to a harsh, imperious lord, Her duty, and her comfort; sad her fate, Whom hostile fortune drives to lands remote!

Look up," sad the father, "look up to the skies Hope sits on the wings of those beautiful dyes.

" As he turned away and touched a small bell on the table, Adrienne's hand dropped at her side and she gave him so strange, so sad a glance that had he looked at her he would have seen that in her pale face and miserable eyes which he had longed to see two years before.

" It was one of the strangest, dullest, saddest lives that human being ever led.

This compatibility of ill temper with high moral character is one of the strangest and saddest problems of ethics.

"Do you deem it so sad a thing to die?"

"Remember," she said, in the lowest, saddest whisper, "'the Veil that guards the Shrine.'

The South lay battered and bruised, and pros trate in blood, the "Niobe of nations," as sad a victim of ingratitude as King Lear.

No bloodless shape my path pursues; No shiv'ring ghost my couch annoys, Visions more sad my fancy views, Visions of dear departed joys, The shade of youthful hope is there.

With voices chiming in quaint tune From sun-soaked hulls long wharves adown, The singing sailors rough and brown Won far melodious renown, Here, listening children ceasing play, And mothers sad their well-a-way, In this old breezy sea-board town.

"Remember," she said, in the lowest, saddest whisper, "'the Veil that guards the Shrine.'

" How piteously sad those words of one wedded but a year!

So he sailed; but saddest 'tis alway Not for those who go, but for those who stay; And her sweet eyes gathered a shadow dim As days went by with no news of him, And weeks and months, but at last it came, As the gray moor shone with the sunset flame Her quick eyes glanced the strange lines o'er, Then she fell like dead on the cottage floor.

Misfortune had written there, in a large, angular hand, "It might have been"those saddest words of tongue or pen.

Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, Whence thy meek smile is gone

Sad is the plot, sad the catastrophe.