Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOPE; PINDARIC ODE, by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hope, thou darling, and delight Last Line: Never again to hope for anything but heaven. Subject(s): Hope; Optimism | ||||||||
I HOPE, thou darling, and delight Of unforeseeing reckless minds, Thou deceiving parasite, Which no where entertainment finds But with the wretched, or the vain; 'Tis they alone fond Hope maintain. Thou easy fool's chief favourite; Thou fawning slave to slaves, that still remains In galleys, dungeons, and in chains; Or with a whining lover lov'st to play, With treach'rous art Fanning his heart, A greater slave by far, than they Who in worst durance wear their age away. Thou, whose ambition mounts no higher, Nor does to greater fame aspire, Than to be ever found a liar; Thou treach'rous fiend, deluding shade, Who would with such a phantom be betray'd, By whom the wretched are at last more wretched made. II Yet once, I must confess, I was Such an overweening ass, As in fortune's worst distress To believe thy promises; Which so brave a change foretold, Such a stream of happiness, Such mountain hopes of glitt'ring gold, Such honours, friendships, offices, In Love and Arms so great success That I ev'n hugg'd myself with the conceit, Was myself party in the cheat, And in my very bosom laid That fatal Hope by which I was betray'd, Thinking myself already rich, and great: And in that foolish thought despis'd Th' advice of those who out of Love advis'd; As I'd foreseen what they did not foresee, A torrent of felicity, And rudely laughed at those, who pitying wept for me. III But of this expectation, when 't came to 't, What was the fruit? In sordid robes poor Disappointment came, Attended by her handmaids, Grief and Shame; No wealth, no titles, no friend could I see, For they still court prosperity, Nay, what was worst of what mischance could do, My dearest Love forsook me too; My pretty Love, with whom, had she been true, Even in banishment, I could have liv'd most happy and content, Her sight which nourished me withdrew. I then, although too late, perceiv'd I was by flattering Hope deceiv'd, And call'd for it t' expostulate The treachery and foul deceit: But it was then quite fled away, And gone some other to betray, Leaving me in a state By much more desolate, Than if when first attacked by Fate, I had submitted there And made my courage yield unto despair. For Hope, like cordials, to our wrong Does but our miseries prolong, Whilst yet our vitals daily waste, And not supporting life, but pain, Call their false friendships back again And unto Death, grim Death, abandon us at last. IV In me, false Hope, in me alone, Thou thine own treach'ry hast out-done; For Chance, perhaps, may have befriended Some one th' hast labour'd to deceive, With what by thee was ne'er intended, Nor in thy pow'r to give: But me thou hast deceiv'd in all, as well Possible, as impossible, And the most sad example made Of all that ever were betray'd. But thou hast taught me wisdom yet, Henceforth to hope no more Than I see reason for, A precept I shall ne'er forget: Nor is there any thing below Worth a man's wishing, or his care, When what we wish begets our woe, And Hope deceiv'd becomes Despair. Then thou seducing Hope farewell, No more thou shalt of sense bereave me, No more deceive me, I now can counter-charm thy spell, And for what's past, so far I will be even, Never again to hope for anything but Heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT by DEREK MAHON AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
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