...for him then. Perhaps he too, like others, had learned to agree with Dante — to acknowledge, This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow, is remembering happier things. Well, well ; it was no use looking back. Of course she was meant for Gilbert from the first, and he...

...remembrance, something that now we can only gaze upon through the dim vista of our tears, for " This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. " So have seasons of the year their own peculiar and individual associations, and of these seasons...

...— she never loved me truly : love is love forevermore. Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead; unhappy night,...

...purple twilight of her darkened-room, crowned with youth and beauty, and sorrow, for " — - — this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things." It was very hard for me to go back to that little hospital cot with so empty a return for the impatient...

...essentials," when our living Lord is gone ! Comfort indeed! *' Comfort ? comfort scorn'd by devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things! " But what can the unbeliever himself expect to gain by its destruction? "I have nothing to do with...

...retired, and melancholy, doubtless pondering o'er days more blest gone by ; — for indeed " . . . . this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things," and through the depressing weight of grief, sinking at last into a sort of troubled slumber. " Deep...

...have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. Ibid. This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. ibid. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. ibid. With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's...

...— she never loved me truly : love is love forevermore. Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead, unhappy night,...

...— she never loved me truly : love is love for evermore. Comfort ? comfort scorn'd of devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and...

...— she never loved me truly ; love is love for evermore. Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils ! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead, unhappy night,...