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James Clarence Mangan :
He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
[James Clarence Mangan (1803-1849), Irish poet. The Nameless One (l. 55-56). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.]
John Masefield :
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
[John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The West Wind (l. 1-2). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.]
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Adrienne Rich :
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!
[Adrienne Rich (b. 1929), U.S. poet. "Peeling Onions," Snaphots of a Daughter-in-Law (1963).]
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William Wordsworth :
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
[William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (l. 201-202). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.]
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William Shakespeare :
I see your brows are full of discontent, Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Abbot of Westminster, in Richard II, act 4, sc. 1, l. 332-3. Speaking to the deposed King Richard's supporters.]
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William Blake :
we Reap in joy the fruit Which we in bitter tears did sow.
[William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. The Mental Traveller (l. 7-8). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.]
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Charles Lamb :
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature. The lighted shops of the Strand and Fleet Street, the innumerable trades, tradesmen, and customers, coaches, waggons, playhouses, all the bustle and wickedness round about Covent Garden, the very women of the town, the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles,—life awake, if you awake, at all hours of the night, the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street, the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the print shops, the old book stalls, parsons cheap'ning books, coffee houses, steam of soups from kitchens, pantomimes, London itself a pantomime and a masquerade,—all these things work themselves into my mind and feed me, without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impells me into night-walks about her crowded streets, I often shed tears in the Strand from fullness of joy at so much life.
[Charles Lamb (1775-1834), British essayist, critic. Letter, January 30, 1801, to William Wordsworth. Complete Works, vol. 3 (1882).]
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Jorge Luis Borges :
And yet, and yet ... Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are obvious acts of desperation and secret consolation. Our fate (unlike the hell of Swedenborg or the hell of Tibetan mythology) is not frightful because it is unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and ironclad. Time is the thing I am made of. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that tears me apart, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.
[Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), Argentinian author. "New Refutation of Time" ["Nueva refutaciĆ³n del tiempo"], Other Inquisitions [Otras inquisiciones] (1952).]
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Gwendolyn Brooks :
Remedial fears. Muscular tears.
[Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917), U.S. poet. "Langston Hughes."]
Francis Miles Finch :
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red: They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day:— Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.
[Francis Miles Finch (1827-1907). The Blue and the Gray (l. 24-31). . . Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company.]
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