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I divined, from this account, that utter lack of sympathy had rendered young Heathcliff selfish and disagreeable, if he were not so originally; and my interest in him, consequently, decayed: though still I was moved with a sense of grief at his lot, and a wish that he had been left with us.
I have often thought about the top and its spinner, as I have noted the absorbed faces of other people's pleasures in the streets,--two lovers passing along the crowded Strand with eyes only for each other; a student deep in his book in the corner of an omnibus; a young mother glowing over the child in her arms; the wild-eyed musician dreamily treading on everybody's toes, and begging nobody's pardon; the pretty little Gaiety Girl hurrying to rehearsal with no thought but of her own sweet self and whether there will be a letter from Harry at the stage- door,--yes, if we are alone in our griefs, we are no less alone in our pleasures.
But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind, Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help find one to hear.
Time wipes away the greatest griefs, and after two or three years the King married again.
One was tall, gallant, high-strung, and the lines of his pallid face showed terrible passions or frightful griefs.
Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs.
I sail Between two banks, where heavy boughs enlace, Whose verdurous luxuriance wakes once more My many griefs.
For think, in all thy sadness, What road our griefs may take; Whose brain reflect our madness, Or whom our terrors shake.
THE joys of parents are secret; and so are their griefs and fears.
To see Porthos hungry, to see Mousqueton without gold lace, imprisoned, perhaps; to see Pierrefonds, Bracieux, razed to the very stones, dishonored even to the timber, - these were so many poignant griefs for D'Artagnan, and every time that one of these griefs struck him, he bounded like a horse at the sting of a gadfly beneath the vaults of foliage where he has sought shady shelter from the burning sun.
Nobody ever heard of these griefs, which had been part of our poor little woman's lot in life.
But in spite of failing health, in spite of his domestic griefs, he did not give in.