Flower o' the thorn A book of wayside verse: By John Payne |
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NESSUN MAGGIOR DOLORE. |
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NESSUN MAGGIOR DOLORE.
NO greater grief, if we to Dante's sawGive ear, there is than the remembering
Of happy days in time of sorrowing.
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Who would not bid Love's rose-red morning daw
Again in eld? Who would not Youth and Spring
Back from Time's limboes in Life's Winter bring
And warm his heart at Memory's fires of straw?
Alack! 'Tis misery only comes again
To our remembrance, overclouding joy.
Pain of itself existeth, pleasance not;
For pleasance absence only is of pain:
Whence it befalls of gladness and annoy
That this remembered is and that forgot.
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