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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.
Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.
Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined read more
What else remains for me?
Youth, hope and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life.
Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave read more
Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
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.
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for read more
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of
expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and, but in
the plainer and simpler kind of people, the deed of saying is
quite out of use. To promise is most courtly and fashionable;
performance is a kind of will or testament which argues a great
sickness in his judgment that makes it.
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.]
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.
"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir,
And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
