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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421114" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,<br> And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;<br>When no fair dreams before my &quot;mind's eye&quot; flit,<br> And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;<br> Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,<br> And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,<br> Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray,<br>Should sad Despondency my musings fright,<br> And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,<br> Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,<br> And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,<br> Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;<br>When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,<br> Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:<br> Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,<br> And fright him as the morning frightens night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear<br> Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,<br>O bright-eyed Hope, my morbidfancy cheer;<br> Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:<br> Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,<br> And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,<br> From cruel parents, or relentless fair;<br>O let me think it is not quite in vain<br> To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!<br> Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,<br> And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long vista of the years to roll,<br> Let me not see our country's honour fade:<br>O let me see our land retain her soul,<br> Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade.<br> From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed---<br> Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,<br> Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!<br>With the base purple of a court oppress'd,<br> Bowing her head, and ready to expire:<br> But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings<br> That fill the skies with silver glitterings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as, in sparkling majesty, a star<br> Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;<br>Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:<br> So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,<br> Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,<br> Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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 And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my &quot;mind's eye&quot; flit,
 And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
 Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
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