Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

"Life is but an empty dream!"

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): A Psalm of Life.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

"Life is but an empty dream!"

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): A Psalm of Life.

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,

But ring the fuller minstrel in!

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. cv. Stanza 5.

The leaves of memory seemed to make

A mournful rustling in the dark.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): The Fire of Drift-wood.

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,—

Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): London. Line 176.