Against Hope

HOPE, whose weak Being ruin’d is,

Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ;

Whom Good or Ill does equally confound,

And both the Horns of Fates Dilemma wound.

Vain shadow! which dost vanish quite,

Both at full Noon, and perfect Night !

The Stars have not a possibility

Of blessing Thee ;

If things then from their End we happy call,

‘Tis Hope is the most Hopeless thing of all.

Hope, thou bold Taster of Delight,

Who whilst thou shouldst but tast, devour’st it quite !

Thou bringst us an Estate, yet leav’st us Poor,

By clogging it with Legacies before !

The Joys which we entire should wed,

Come deflowr’d Virgins to our bed ;

Good fortunes without gain imported be,

Such mighty Custom’s paid to Thee.

For Joy, like Wine, kept close does better tast ;

If it take air before, its spirits wast.

Hope, Fortunes cheating Lottery !

Where for one prize an hundred blanks there be ;

Fond Archer, Hope, who tak’st thy aim so far,

That still or short, or wide thine arrows are !

Thin, empty Cloud, which th’ eye deceives

With shapes that our own Fancy gives !

A Cloud, which gilt and painted now appears,

But must drop presently in tears !

When thy false beams o’er Reasons light prevail,

By Ignes fatui for North-Stars we sail.

Brother of Fear, more gaily clad !

The merr’ier Fool o’ th’ two, yet quite as Mad :

Sire of Repentance, Child of fond Desire !

That blow’st the Chymicks, and the Lovers fire !

Leading them still insensibly’on

By the strange witchcraft of Anon !

By Thee the one does changing Nature through

Her endless Labyrinths pursue,

And th’ other chases Woman, whilst She goes

More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows.

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• Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written In Very Early Youth by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written in March by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written in London. September, 1802 by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written In Germany On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson’s Ossian by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• “When I Have Borne In Memory” by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Waldenses by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth
• Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth by William Wordsworth

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