SONG SORROW
Builders, raise the ceiling high,
Raise the dome into the sky,
Hear the wedding song!
For the happy groom is near,
Tall as Mars, and statelier,
Hear the wedding song!
Sappho—Fragments. J. S. Easby Smith's trans.
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| text = <poem>Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
Schiller—The Artists.
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
LLSchiller—The Artists.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night;
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 2.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Shelley—To Wordsworth. L. 12.
Knitting and withal singing, and it seemed
that her voice comforted her hands to work.
Sir P htt.tp Sidney—Arcadia. Bk. I.
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| text = <poem>Because the gift of Song was chiefly lent,
To give consoling music for the joys
We lack, and not for those which we possess.
Bayard Taylor—The Poet's Journal. Third
They sang of love and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang "Annie Laurie."
Bayard Taylor—A Song of the Camp.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip
Their wings in tears, and skim away.
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4.
Cantilenam eandem canis.
You sing the same old song.
Terence—Phormio. ni. 2. 10.
Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and
hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.
Theocritus—Idyl. IX. Trans, by Andrew
Lang. St. 2.
Grasshopper to grasshopper, ant to ant is dear,
Hawks love hawks, but I the muse and song.
Theocritus—Idyl. IX. Trans, by Maurice
Thompson.
Swift, swift, and bring with you
Song's Indian summer!
Francis Thompson—A Carrier Song. St. 2.
Martem accendere cantu.
To kindle war by song.
Vmam—^neid. VI. 165.
Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.
Edmund Waller—To Mr. Creech. L. 10.
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it
now and then, does not mis-become a monarch.
Horace Walpole—Letter to Sir Horace Mann.
(1770)
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| text = <poem>Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing
another songSing it with a spirit that will start the world
along—
Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand
strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Henry Clay Work—Marching Through Georgia.
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SORROW
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| text = <poem>Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.
Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
Sophie Arnould, the actress, accredited with
the phrase. Quoted as hers by Rulhiere—
jGpttre a Monsieur de Cha—.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Water and Wood. Midla omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum
genus est infortunii fuisse felicem.
In every adversity of fortune, to have been
happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune.
Boethius—De Consolations Philosophic. Bk.
ii. Pt. rv.
| seealso = (See also Chaucer, Dante, Musset, Petrarch,
Tennyson, Wordsworth)
Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.
Ah, don't be sorrowful, darling,
And don't be sorrowful, pray;
Taking the year together, my dear,
There isn't more night than day.
Alice Cary—Don't be Sorrowful, Darling.
<poem>For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this, A man to hav bent in prosperite, And it remembren whan it passed is. Chaucer—Canterbury Tales. Troylus and Crysseyde. Bk. III. L. 1,625.
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| num = | text = <poem>Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain, And the wide world is knit with ties Of common brotherhood in pain. Susan Coolidge—The Cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey,
