sorrow

" In our world, under the tree of sorrow"

"'Revenge,' he cries, 'is yours, "'but you are blinded by your petty sorrow. '

".. l forget every sorrow and pain."

"... of comfort no man speak: let's talk of graves, and worms and epitaphs; make dust our paper and with rainy eyes write sorrow on the bosom of the earth..."

"..with this sorrow.." "..where do l go?"

" In our world, under the tree of sorrow"

"'Revenge,' he cries, 'is yours, "'but you are blinded by your petty sorrow. '

".. l forget every sorrow and pain."

"... of comfort no man speak: let's talk of graves, and worms and epitaphs; make dust our paper and with rainy eyes write sorrow on the bosom of the earth..."

"..with this sorrow.." "..where do l go?"

" 'A word in your ear' blurts out its sorrows in a splashy gabble.

"...with sorrows"

"A life of joys, sorrows..."

"Ajoyful moment or a lifetime of sorrows,"

"All my sorrows have turned intojoy.

" 'A word in your ear' blurts out its sorrows in a splashy gabble.

"...with sorrows"

"A life of joys, sorrows..."

"Ajoyful moment or a lifetime of sorrows,"

"All my sorrows have turned intojoy.

And she sorrowed for her red hair and her husband.

I am deeply sorrowed to hear this.

"This was the pride of Dave, his wheel dog, and of Sol-leks, "as he pulled with all his strength, the pride that laid hold of them at the break of camp, "transforming them from sorrowing sullen brutes... into straining, eager, ambitious creatures. "

A sorrowing mother and sister-

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall:

And the little churchyard there With it's sorrowing names

And we lift our sorrowing hearts, rejoicing in the power of the Lord to ease our troubled souls.

And she sorrowed for her red hair and her husband.

I am deeply sorrowed to hear this.

"This was the pride of Dave, his wheel dog, and of Sol-leks, "as he pulled with all his strength, the pride that laid hold of them at the break of camp, "transforming them from sorrowing sullen brutes... into straining, eager, ambitious creatures. "

A sorrowing mother and sister-

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall:

And the little churchyard there With it's sorrowing names

And we lift our sorrowing hearts, rejoicing in the power of the Lord to ease our troubled souls.