Thursday, January 1, 2004

Hope Comments

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We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
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Friedrich Schiller
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Md. Naeem Aziz 02 April 2026

WoWw

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Sanjukta Sahoo 27 September 2017

Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy. Beautiful poem. Thanks poet for sharing it.

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Edward Kofi Louis 27 September 2017

To that golden goal! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Savita Tyagi 27 September 2017

Beautiful! Wisdom expressed in a most eloquent poetic form.

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Anita Aparajita Das 27 September 2017

A poem for the wise, and by a wise one.

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Anil Kumar Panda 27 September 2017

Beautiful poem. 'At the threshold of life hope leads us in- Hope plays round the mirthful boy; Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy. '....is so nice.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 September 2017

At the threshold of life hope leads us in- Hope plays round the mirthful boy; Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy... . loved these lines. Beautiful poem.

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Cynthia Buhain-baello 27 September 2017

Excellently written, full of depth and wisdom, perfect rhyme scheme.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 September 2017

Such a great poem full of hope.....

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Friedrich Schiller

Friedrich Schiller

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