"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence. The least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see ..."

"But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the ..."

"Farewell! For in that word that fatal word,—howe'er We promise, hope, believe,—there breathes despair..."