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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You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.
Our greatest good, and what we least can spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.
Our greatest good, and what we least can spare,
Is hope: the last of all our evils, fear.
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Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
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Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.
Still desiring, we live without hope.
[It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
Still desiring, we live without hope.
[It., Senza speme vivemo in desio.]
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.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
