He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats read more

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed bettered
expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope read more

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.

I suppose, to use our national motto, something will turn up.
[Motto of Vraibleusia.]

I suppose, to use our national motto, something will turn up.
[Motto of Vraibleusia.]

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the read more

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.

Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.

Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.

Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near read more

Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate,
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not Heaven, if we knew what it were.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not Heaven, if we knew what it were.

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing read more

I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail;
and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting
bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was
his favorite expression.

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, read more

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.