Mourn, mourn, pettifoggers, ye venal crew, And you, minor poets, woe, woe is to you!

Mourn, mourn, pettifoggers, ye venal crew, And you, minor poets, woe, woe is to you!

[Footnote 3: On his attaining to nirvâna, Sâkyamuni became the Buddha, and had no longer to mourn his being within the circle of transmigration, and could rejoice in an absolute freedom from passion, and a perfect purity.

Adelaide was mourned by some one as I, for all my remorse, could never mourn her.

Broken through the upper part of the stem, the listless flower drooped its petals towards the earth, and seemed to mourn their chastity, already sullied by the wan flaccidity of decay.

Lieutenant Osborne therefore went away with his regiment, and poor little Amelia was left behind, to pine and mourn until it seemed there was no hope of saving her life unless happiness should speedily come to her.

'Tis not the star the wave so wildly clasps, Only its form reflected in the stream; 'Tis not a broken heart I mourn, Only a broken dream.

Once again thy Poet-voice May sing sweet paeans to the golden Morn, Again may hail the saviour Light sun-born, And bid the wild and desert waste rejoice, Again with sighs the looming darkness mourn.

Tush, never mourn, I have a merry heart.

All who love liberty, father, must mourn to see so glorious a sway on the decline.

Thou knowest how I have sorrowed for the boy, but next to his loss I could mourn over theeaye, more bitterly than over any other of the fallen!"

"Are you sorry, monk, that a sinner has escaped?" "Son, I rejoice that this bitter office hath passed from me, while I mourn that there should be a spirit so depraved as to require it.

When others spend their time in useless regrets he is piously resigned: it even so happens, that when others mourn he can rejoice.

We have deeply to mourn for our endeared and highly valued E. Rowntree, suddenly taken from us about ten days since.

I do mourn, but I dare not murmur.

And wherefore now I mourn.

They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn, And, style blasphemous, conjurors to call On Jesu's name, and pharisaical Dissemblers feign devotiön.

The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn, The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

Heaven's queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn; In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

It was not wonderful that a mind like that of Jeremy Taylor, best fitted for worshipping the beauty of holiness, should mourn over the disrupted order of his church, or that a mind like Milton's, best fitted for the law of life, should demand that every part of that order which had ceased to vibrate responsive to every throb of the eternal heart of truth, should fall into the ruin which its death had preceded.

Thus all the year I mourn.

The scene opens with him at his midnight studieshis lamp is almost burned outand he has been searching for knowledge and has not found it, but only that Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.

Now they gambol o'er the clearing,off again, and then appearing; Poised aloft on quivering wing, now they soar, and now they sing: "We must all be merry and moving; we must all be happy and loving; For when the midsummer has come, and the grain has ripened its ear, The haymakers scatter our young, and we mourn for the rest of the year.

Fair maid, we talk of times long past; A friend we often mourn in vain A knight in distant battle slain, Whose bones had moulder'd in the earth Full many a year before thy birth.

But, in the journey, drawing near To what I mourn, and what I fear, The sad realities impress Too deeply; hues of happiness, And gleams of splendors past, decay; The storm despoiling such a day, Gives to the eye no clear, full scope, But scatters wide the wrecks of Hope!