Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan.
Quotes about groan (16 Quotes)
We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.
The more physical control you both have, the less likely you are to moan and groan.
I did groan
To think that a most unambitious slave,
Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the grave
Of Liberty.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone Violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here.
We didn't tell the audience that this was a setup, that we were shooting a video, ... It was weird there was this huge, like, 'Ahhh.' I heard this groan and moan, and then everybody started going 'Booooo' and yelling 'Bull-shit' and throwing stuff up on the stage. Most people thought that she had been arrested. The song is about trying to find your own freedom as an individual and to avoid the repression that's coming down on individual rights from the right-wing, so-called Moral Majority.
The crowd doesn't want him to put the driver away, he should just keep it in his hand all day...If he pulls anything else out of the bag a big groan comes out from the crowd.
In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.
Groan and forget it.
. . . if those only wrote, who were sure of being read, we should have fewer authors and the shelves of libraries would not groan beneath the weight of dusty tomes more voluminous than luminous.
Here we see hypocrites, plodding forever around in their circle And now we saw a people decked with paint, Who trod their circling way with tear and groan And slow, slow steps, seeming subdued and faint They all wore cloaks, with deep hoods forward thrown Over their eyes, and shaped in fashion quite Like the great cowls the monks wear at Cologne Outwardly they were gilded dazzling bright, But all within was lead, and weighed thereby, King Frederick's copes would have seemed feather-light. O weary mantle for eternity Once more we turned to the left, and by their side Paced on, intent upon their mournful cry.
To each his suff'rings all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies Thought would destroy their paradise. No more where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.