January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps - but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
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Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
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January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
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The sky Scorched by the sun, Weeps Fecund tears.
But the forest Wounded by the wind, Weeps Dead leaves.
Why so wintery? Summer's Yet to come, and the fall of Glorious autumn.
If I could use words Like falling leaves, What a bonfire My poems would make!
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He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
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If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.
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A rich widow weeps with one eye and signals with the other.
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I do not want a friend Who smiles when I smile Who weeps when I weep For my shadow in the pool Can do better than that.
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I do not want a friend who smiles when I smile, who weeps when I weep, for my shadow in the pool can do better than that
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Mere sorrow, which weeps and sits still, is not repentance. Repentance is sorrow converted into action; into a movement toward a new and better life.
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Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
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The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days...
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Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.
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Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.
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Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be.
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A bad man is the sort who weeps every time he speaks of a good woman.
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When two friends have a common bank account, one sings and the other weeps.
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One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.
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