The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
That can, that can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.
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In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Where there's life, there's hope.
Where there's life, there's hope.
The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal read more
The world is bad but not without hope. It is only hopeless when you look at it from an ideal viewpoint.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.
There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.
Hope is the feeling that the feeling you have isn't permanent.
Hope is the feeling that the feeling you have isn't permanent.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind,
But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
