Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,
Time, thy name.
What shall be done for sorrow
With love whose race is run?
Where help is none to borrow,
What shall be done?
Joy was a flame in me
Too steady to destroy.
Lithe as a bending reed,
Loving the storm that sways her—
I found more jov in sorrow
Than you could find in joy.
O sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,
Be sometimes lovely, like a bride, And put thy harsher moods aside, If thou wilt have me wise and good.</poem>
Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death.
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
When I was young, I said to Sorrow,
"Come and I will play with thee!"
He is near me now all day,
And at night returns to say,
"I will come again to-morrow—
I will come and stay with thee."
Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them;
For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat,
And therefore let's be merry.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been and may be again.
So joys remembered without wish or will
Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill.
SOUL
Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, alone, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the soul.
And see all sights from pole to pole,
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.
Matthew Arnold—A Southern Night. St. 18.
| seealso = (See also Luke)
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| text = But each day brings its petty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.
Matthew Arnold—Switzerland. Pt. VI.
Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare
non potest; ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in
dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.
St. Augustine—Deeretum. LX. 32. 2.
A soul as white as Heaven.
| author = Beaumont and Fletcher
| work = The Maid's Tragedy. Act IV. Sc. 1.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave.
His soul goes marching on.
Thos. Brigham Bishop—John Brown's Body.
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
Robert Brownings—Cleon.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 203.
The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 6.
Everywhere the human soul stands between
a hemisphere of light and another of darkness;
on the confines of two everlasting hostile empires, Necessity and Freewill.
Carlyle—Essays. Goethe's Works.
Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul,
and the eyes mark its intentions.
Cicero—; De Oratore. III. 59.
