The thundering of the ocean was like a bitter lament.

He lost his habitual firmness, and his sorrow, usually dumb, found vent in bitter lament.

The third poem, probably the latest in the book, represents the city, after a bitter lament, iii.

Now he broke out into bitter lament.

Had we seven Papacies, we would give them all to restore the duke to life. So ran his bitter lament.