Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

The grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.

There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,
A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief,
In word, or sigh, or tear.

Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.

Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.

Can a mother sit and hear,
An infant groan, an infant fear-
No no never can it be,
Never, never can it be.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

When your soulmate cries your heart weeps.

The heart that sins must sorrow.

Sorrow floats.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

thy wretchedness weighs upon me, so that it to weep invites me.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,
In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.