Alfred Tennyson: Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, And every winter cha

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far o — Alfred Tennyson

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last—far off—at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Alfred Tennyson

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Vestras spes uritis. — You burn your hopes. Virgil
Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. — William Shakespeare
What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair. — John Milton
Hope of consciousness is strength Hope of feelings is slavery Hope of body is di — G. I. Gurdjieff
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Though they return with scars. — Allan Ramsay's Version. See his Tea-Table Miscellany
The truth is so lovable that it has only to be known to be embraced. — Plutarch as quoted by ** David Allyn Gorton
A penny saved is two pence clear. — Benjamin Franklin
See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Att — Alexander Pope
Life's bloomy flush was lost. — George Crabbe
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of braze — John Milton
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows — Edward Young
Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch. — judy blume