Lord Byron Quotes on Hope
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In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
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Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!
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Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,-howe'er We promise, hope, believe,-there breathes despair.