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HOPE.

1. Yet when an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate the event, my nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear.

2.

MILTON'S Comus.

What can we not endure,

When pains are lessen'd by the hope of cure?

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4.

Hope! of all the ills that men endure,

NABB.

The only cheap and universal cure!

Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health!
Thou lover's victory, and thou beggar's wealth!

Hope! fortune's cheating lottery!
When for one prize an hundred blanks there be !

COWLEY.

COWLEY.

5. A beam of comfort, like the moon through clouds, Gilds the black horror, and directs my way.

DRYDEN.

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6. Hope is the fawning traitor of the mind,
Which, while it cozens with a colour'd friendship,
Robs us of our last virtue-resolution.

NAT. LEE.

7. Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here:
Joy has her tears, and transport has her death;
Hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong,
Man's heart at once inspirits and serenes,
Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

8. O hope! sweet flatterer! thy delusive touch
Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort-
Relieves the load of poverty-sustains
The captive, bending with the weight of bonds,-
And smooths the pillow of disease and pain.

GLOVER.

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9. Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be, blest:
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates on a life to come.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

10. Hope, like the taper's gleaming light,
Adorns the wretch's way,

And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

11. And as, in sparkling majesty, a star

GOLDSMITH.

Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud,
Bright'ning the half-veil'd face of heaven afar,—
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!

JOHN KEATS. 12. The evening beam, that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.

BYRON'S Bride of Abydos.

13. Eager to hope, but not less firm to bear, Acquainted with all feelings save despair.

BYRON'S Island.

14. Eternal Hope! When yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of time, Thy joyous youth began, but not to fade,

When all thy sister planets had decay'd ;

When wrapt in flames the clouds of ether glow,

And heaven's last thunder shakes the world below,
Thou, undismay'd, shalt o'er the ruins smile,
And light thy torch at nature's funeral pile!

15. Hope's precious pearl in sorrow's cup
Unmelted at the bottom lay,
To shine again when, all drunk up,
The bitterness should pass away.

CAMPBELL.

MOORE's Loves of the Angels.

16. What though corroding and multiplied sorrows,
Legion-like, darken this planet of ours?
Hope is a balsam the wounded heart borrows,
Even when anguish hath palsied its powers.

From the German. 17. And should fortune prove cruel and false to the last, Let us look to the future, and not to the past.

18. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the cloud is the sun still shining.

EPES SARGENT.

H. W. LONgfellow.

19. Never forget our loves, but always cling
To the fix'd hope that there will be a time
When we can meet, unfetter'd, and be blest
With the full happiness of certain love.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

20. O, if love and life be but a fairy illusion,
And the cold future bright but in fancy's young eye,
Still let me live on in the dreamy delusion,

And, true and unchanging, hope on till I die!

21. For me I hold no commerce with despair!

MRS. OSGOOD.

DAWES' Geraldine.

22. Strange, how much darkness melts before a rayHow deep a gloom one beam of hope enlightens !

23. Sweet to the soul the whispering

Of hope and promise, when

Fancy's soft fairy voices sing-
We part to meet again!

24. Hidden, and deep, and never dry-
Or flowing or at rest,

A living spring of hope doth lie
In every human breast.

DAWES' Geraldine.

MRS. WELLS.

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25. Does hope allure?—does pleasure smile? Then tread the rosy path with trembling; For pleasure beckons to beguile,

And hope's fair promise is dissembling.

MRS. HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjou.

26. Sweet hope! how easily thy tale
Wins credence from the charmed ear!
How dost thou teach thy dupes to rail,
On thy cold rival, halting fear!

MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou.

27. Like the gloom of night retiring, When in splendour beams the day, Hope again my heart inspiring,

Doubt and fear shall chase away.

28. The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, To weakest hope will cling.

BALFE'S Bohemian Girl.

29. Hope the sweet bird!—while that the air can fill, Let earth be ice-the soul hath summer still!

30. And canst thou bid me smother

A hope that lighted

Long years of sorrow?

A hope that leaves none other,

When it is blighted,

To make life dear?

The New Timon.

FRY'S Leonora.

HORSE.

1. Long-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eyes, small head and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,

Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttocks, tender hide.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. The beast was sturdy, large and tall,
With mouth of meal, and eyes of wall;
I should say eye-for he had but one,
As most agree, tho' some say none.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

3. The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet, And snorting, foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit.

DRYDEN.

4. Champing his foam, and bounding o'er the plain,
Arch his high neck, and graceful spread his mane.
SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE.

5. With flowing tail and flying mane,
With nostrils never stretch'd by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein;
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horse the wild the free.
Like waves that follow o'er the sea

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Came thickly thundering on.

6. The long, long tail that glorified

That glorious donkey's hinder-side.

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BYRON'S Mazeppa.

7. I strode o'er his back, and he took to his wind,
And he pranc'd before, and he kick'd behind;
And he gave a snort, as when mutterings roll
Abroad from pole to answering pole.

8. He plac'd on him a bridle and a saddle,
Then on his back he quickly leapt astraddle.

SANDS.

SANDS.

J. T. WATSON.

HUMILITY.

1. It is the witness still of excellence,

To put a strange face on its own perfection.

SHAKSPEARE.

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