They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless:
They rose the first--they set the last;
And all that Memory loves the most
Was once our only Hope to be,
And all that Hope adored and lost
Hath melted into Memory.
Alas it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
Notes
This poem was written in 1816 and published in 1829 according to THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.
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The poem was written in 1816 and published in 1829 according to THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE. -
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From guest Melantha (contact)
I do so love the line that goes "And all that Hope adored and lost/ Hath melted into Memory". I am doing a comparative essay using this poem. So much can be found in it. Byron is deffinately one in a million
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This is why I love Byron. His poems like these that speak to truth and life, beautifully, and with a force parallel to your understanding and perception.
Alas it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
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Dear Elinor,Thanks for pointing out the missing line.it is being added now
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I believe the last line is missing:
Alas it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.
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