1 She herself wept as Elizabeth spoke, but she did not answer.
2 I was unable to pursue the train of thought; a thousand feelings pressed upon me, and I wept bitterly.
3 I heard of the discovery of the American hemisphere and wept with Safie over the hapless fate of its original inhabitants.
4 At these moments I wept bitterly and wished that peace would revisit my mind only that I might afford them consolation and happiness.
5 The Greeks wept for joy when they beheld the Mediterranean from the hills of Asia, and hailed with rapture the boundary of their toils.
6 I was a poor, helpless, miserable wretch; I knew, and could distinguish, nothing; but feeling pain invade me on all sides, I sat down and wept.
7 I did not pretend to enter into the merits of the case, yet I inclined towards the opinions of the hero, whose extinction I wept, without precisely understanding it.
8 Elizabeth also wept and was unhappy, but hers also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides but cannot tarnish its brightness.
9 Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation.