"Sadden" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... comprehension. All my life through I shall carry with me, deep hidden in my heart, these words of yours. Oh, my dear—my dear! Don't speak again! Let them be the last. Only—may I say it?—never let thoughts of me, sadden your fair life. I am going to America—a grand place for fresh beginnings; a land where one can work, and truly live; a land where earnest endeavour meets with fullest success, and where a man's energy may have full ...
— The Mistress of Shenstone • Florence L. Barclay
... Lord Lewis bring the muster!—Valiant chiefs of mighty names— Trusty Keppoch! stout Glengarry! gallant Gordon! wise Lochiel! Bid the clansmen charge together, fast, and fell, and firm as steel. Elcho, never look so gloomy! What avails a sadden'd brow? Heart, man—heart! we need it sorely—never half so much as now. Had we but a thousand troopers—had we but a thousand more!—— Noble Perth, I hear them coming!—Hark! the English cannons' roar. God! how awful sounds that volley, bellowing through the mist and rain! Was not that the ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine--Vol. 54, No. 333, July 1843 • Various
... Pity, eloquently fair, Clasp'd to her bosom, with a mother's care; And, as she lov'd thy kindred form to trace, The slow smile wander'd o'er her pallid face, For never yet did mortal voice impart Tones more congenial to the sadden'd heart; Whether to rouse the sympathetic glow, Thou pourest lone Monimia's tale of wo; Or happy clothest, with funereal vest, The bridal loves that wept in Juliet's breast. O'er our chill limbs the thrilling terrors creep, Th' entranc'd passions ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor - Vol I, No. 2, February 1810 • Samuel James Arnold
... Perceiv'd with conscious pride, he feels The sentiment which taste reveals; Let all who joys like these possess, Thy vale, enchanting FLORENCE bless— O had the arts benignant light No more reviv'd from Gothic night, Earth had been one vast scene of strife, Or one drear void had sadden'd life; Lost had been all the sage has taught, The painter's sketch, the poet's thought, The force of sense, the charm of wit, Nor ever had your page been writ; That soothing page, which care beguiles, ...
— Poems (1786), Volume I. • Helen Maria Williams
... because of their long separation and the death of the child. Surely she would receive him lovingly because of the endless days that had divided them. Those days! Those days! But he refused to let his mind dwell on the deadly length of them. It might sadden again. ...
— The Way of the Wind • Zoe Anderson Norris
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