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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.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats read more
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed bettered
expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations.
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.
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.
He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."
He was fash and full of faith that "something would turn up."
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the read more
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.
It is folly to expect men to do all that they may reasonably be
expected to do.
It is folly to expect men to do all that they may reasonably be
expected to do.
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.
