Sorrow Poems
Love and Sorrow
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf
With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,
Weep not, Almeida, that I said to thee
That thou hast half my heart, for bitter grief
Doth hold the other half in sovranty.
Thou art my heart's sun in love's crystalline:
Yet on both sides at once thou canst not shine:
Thine is the bright side of my heart, and thine
My heart's day, but the shadow of my heart,
Issue of its own substance, my heart's night
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Let It Enfold You
by Charles Bukowski
Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you
when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.
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The Schoolboy
by William Blake
I love to rise in a summer morn
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!
But to go to school on a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
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Ode To A Nightingale
by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thy happiness,---
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
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Life
by Charlotte Brontë
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
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Tussen die gemis
by Mario Odekerken
Gelukkig is soms nie altyd nie,
en daarom het die pyn van jou verlies
dragbaar geword.
In die stilte van gewone dae
asem jou afwesigheid,
maar ook die herinnering
an wie jy was.
Ek dra jou saam
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Zwischen dem Fehlen
by Mario Odekerken
Glücklich ist manchmal nicht immer,
und so ist der Schmerz über deinen Verlust
tragbar geworden.
In der Stille gewöhnlicher Tage
atmet dein Fehlen,
doch auch die Erinnerung
an das,was du warst.
Ich trage dich
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Between the absence
by Mario Odekerken
Happiness is not always,
and so the pain of losing you
has become bearable.
In the silence of ordinary days
your absence breathes,
but so does the memory
of who you were .
I carry you
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Tussen het gemis
by Mario Odekerken
Gelukkig is soms niet altijd,
waardoor de pijn door het verlies van jou
draagbaar geworden is.
In de stilte van gewone dagen
ademt jouw afwezigheid
maar ook de herinn
aan wie je was.
Ik draag je mee
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Lopend met het verdriet op de schouders
by Mario Odekerken
Lopend met het verdriet op de schouders,
voelt de lucht dikker
alsof elke ademhaling
door water moet breken.
De weg strekt zich uit zonder einde,
stenen drukken door je voeten
en toch blijf je stappen,
omdat stilstaan nog zwaarder weegt.
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Frances Ellen Wat Harper (14 poems about Sorrow)
24 September 1825 – 22 February 1911 / Baltimore, Maryland -
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