Hope Quotes and Poems of Hope

Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops-at all. ATTRIBUTION: Emily Dickinson

QUOTATION: Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life. ATTRIBUTION: Proverbs 13:12

QUOTATION: Hope, the patent medicine for disease, disaster, sin. ATTRIBUTION: Wallace Rice (1859-1939)

QUOTATION: Hope is the cordial that keeps life from stagnating. ATTRIBUTION: Samuel Richardson (1689-1761)

QUOTATION: Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never Is, but always To be blest: ATTRIBUTION: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

QUOTATION: Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. ATTRIBUTION: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

QUOTATION: Hope is a pathological belief in the occurrence of the impossible. ATTRIBUTION: H.L. (Henry Lewis) Mencken (18801956)

QUOTATION: Hope is the only universal liar who never loses his reputation for veracity. ATTRIBUTION: Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899)

QUOTATION: Hope deferred maketh the heart sick. ATTRIBUTION: Proverbs

QUOTATION: Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure. ATTRIBUTION: The Mistress. For Hope. Abraham Crowley (1618-1667)

QUOTATION: Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive. ATTRIBUTION: James Montgomery: The World before the Flood.

QUOTATION: I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me; If my bark sinks, ’t is to another sea. ATTRIBUTION: A Poet’s Hope. William Ellery Channing

QUOTATION: While there is life there ’s hope, he cried. ATTRIBUTION: Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel. AUTHOR:John Gay (1685–1732)

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Hope Poems:

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

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HOPE is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

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And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

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Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

John Keats (1795–1821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884.

8. To Hope

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,

When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,

And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;

Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

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Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,

Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,

Should sad Despondency my musings fright,

And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,

Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,

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And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,

Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;

When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,

Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:

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Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,

And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear

Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,

O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;

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Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:

Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,

From cruel parents, or relentless fair;

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O let me think it is not quite in vain

To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!

Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,

And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,

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Let me not see our country’s honour fade:

O let me see our land retain her soul,

Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.

From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed—

Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

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Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,

Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!

With the base purple of a court oppress’d,

Bowing her head, and ready to expire:

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings

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That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star

Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;

Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,

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Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,

Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head..

Hope and Fear

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)

BENEATH the shadow of dawn’s aerial cope,

With eyes enkindled as the sun’s own sphere,

Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer

Looks Godward, past the shades where blind men grope

Round the dark door that prayers nor dreams can ope,

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And makes for joy the very darkness dear

That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear

At noon may rise and pierce the heart of hope.

Then, when the soul leaves off to dream and yearn,

May truth first purge her eyesight to discern

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What once being known leaves time no power to appal;

Till youth at last, ere yet youth be not, learn

The kind wise word that falls from years that fall—

“Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.”

Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 1772–1834

554. Work without Hope

ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—

The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—

And Winter, slumbering in the open air,

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,

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Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,

Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.

Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,

For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!

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With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll:

And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?

Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,

And Hope without an object cannot live.