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.

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.]

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull read more

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us;
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.

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.

'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.

'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, read more

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my read more

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.