A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,

And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,

Men were deceivers ever,—

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!

Men were deceivers ever;

One foot in sea and one on shore,

To one thing constant never.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): The Friar of Orders Gray.

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20.

Life! we 've been long together

Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;

'T is hard to part when friends are dear,—

Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;

Then steal away, give little warning,

Choose thine own time;

Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime

Bid me "Good morning."

Mrs Barbauld (1743-1825): Life.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of an eye

When none but God is near.

James Montgomery (1771-1854): What is Prayer?

The sigh that rends thy constant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 33.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Sonnet xxx.

Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,

Where'er his stages may have been,

May sigh to think he still has found

The warmest welcome at an inn.

William Shenstone (1714-1763): Written on a Window of an Inn.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,

And a smile to those who hate;

And whatever sky's above me,

Here's a heart for every fate.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: To Thomas Moore.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!

Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:

That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,

For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1.

To sigh, yet feel no pain;

To weep, yet scarce know why;

To sport an hour with Beauty's chain,

Then throw it idly by.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): The Blue Stocking.

To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

George Crabbe (1754-1832): Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School.