2 Samuel i. 25, 26
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Some tears fell down my cheeks and then I smiled, As those smile who have no face in the world To smile back to them. I had lost a friend. |
Mrs Browning
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Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thee, and there I find him worthier to be loved. |
Tennyson
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To wail friends lost Is not by much so wholesome—profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. |
Shakespeare
That aching of the breast, the grandest pain that man endures, which no other can assuage.
Henry D. Thoreau