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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Poems in English 

• Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Who Would Not Die For England! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “`Were I a Poet, I would dwell” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ireland poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To England poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Ellen Terry poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Arms! (II) poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• “‘Tis because, though in dusky bower” poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin
• Time’s Weariness poem – Alfred Austin by Alfred Austin

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