Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Sadness
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Anna Letitia Barbauld—Hymns in Prose. XIII.
Of all tales ’tis the saddest—and more sad,
Because it makes us smile.
Byron—Don Juan. Canto XIII. St. 9.
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Longfellow—The Day is Done. St. 3.
Yet be sad, good brothers,
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Sorrow so royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 49.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not,
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught:
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Shelley—To a Skylark. St. 18.
’Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 676.