Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith

Hope

Parody on Lord Strangford's 'Just like Love.'
JUST like Hope is yonder bow,
That from the center bends so low,
Where bright prismatic colours shew
How gems of heavenly radiance glow,
Just like Hope !
Yet if, to the illusion new,
The pilgrim should the arch pursue,
Farther and farther from his view,
It flies; then melts in chilling dew,
Just like Hope !

Ye fade, ethereal hues ! for ever,
While, cold Reason, thy endeavour
Sooths not that sad heart, which never
Glows with Hope. 

1. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
2. Sonnet 85. The Fairest Flowers Are Gone! For Tempests Fell
3. Sonnet 21. Supposed to Written by Werter
4. Sonnet 75. Where the Wild Woods and Pathless Forests Frown
5. Sonnet 8. To Spring

Emily Dickinson Hope ("Hope is the thing with feathers")

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