There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
We never do anything, consciously, for the last time, without sadness of heart.
They praise my rustling show, and never see my heart is breaking for a little love.
Dim sadness did not spare that time celestial visages; yet, mixed with pity, violated not their bliss.
Ouida( Marie Louise de la Ramee)
Thomas De Quincey
Christina Georgina Rossetti
John Milton
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