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While I Breathe I Hope[1]

When I Hope I Fear – since I Hope I Dare[2]

Expectation belongs to the Body – whereas Hope belongs to the Soul[3]

Today one puts forth the Tender Leaves of Hopes – Tomorrow Blossoms[4]

When I say Hope I just mean Thinking that it’s Worth it to keep one’s Eyes Open[5]

Hope Springs Eternal in the Human Breast – Man Never Is, but Always To Be Blest[6]

Who shall say that Fortune Grieves him – while the Star of Hope she Leaves him?[7]

Hope he Rekindles and in Hope Ends – over Death, over Dread,

Over Loom lifted, out of Loss, out of Life, into Long Glory[8]

O Prophet of Glad Tidings – Finisher of Utmost Hope![9]

Old Hopes become Today’s Routines[10]

[1] Theocritus

[2] Emily Dickinson, When I Hoped I Feared

[3] John Berger, From A to X

[4] William Shakespeare, Henry VIII

[5] Maggie Nelson, Bluets 32

[6] Alexander Pope, Epistle 1 – Of the Nature and State of Man with Respect to the Universe

[7] Robert Burns, Ae Fond Kiss

[8] J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

[9] John Milton, Paradise Lost

[10] Reet Stillwell, Short Time Friends

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