There's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.Thomas HoodOde to Melancholy · 1827★ 5.3
PoemListen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean.Matthew ArnoldDover Beach · 1867★ 5.2
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