Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Be thou glad sleeper and thy sorrow off-cast. I am the gate to all good adventure — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“ Hap If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing, Know that… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
Alone thou goest forth, O Lord, in sacrifice to die; is this thy sorrow naught to us who pass unheeding by? Our… — Peter Abelard Copy Share Image
