| " 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. | |
