William Story
William Story
William Wetmore Storywas an American sculptor, art critic, poet, and editor...
ProfessionSculptor
Date of Birth12 February 1819
cold complaints-and-complaining constantly keeps passed rain sky summer trees wind
The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away; --
cold constantly keeps passed rain sky summer trees wind
The rain keeps constantly raining, And the sky is cold and gray, And the wind in the trees keeps complaining That summer has passed away; --
eager fond full gently push spoil warm
When, full of warm and eager love,I clasp you in my fond embrace,You gently push me back and say,"Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace.
eager fond full gently push spoil warm
When, full of warm and eager love, I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace.
grand large looks petty
What looks like swindling with a petty sum,Is on a grand and speculative scaleHonest enough, so it be large enough.
grand honest large looks petty scale
What looks like swindling with a petty sum, Is on a grand and speculative scale Honest enough, so it be large enough.
beauty cold gray
But the gray and the cold are hauntedBy a beauty akin to pain, --By a sense of a something wanted,That never will come again.
beauty cold gray haunted
But the gray and the cold are haunted By a beauty akin to pain, -- By a sense of a something wanted, That never will come again.
hate love turn
Hate me an hour, and then turn roundAnd love me truly, just one minute.
hate love round turn
Hate me an hour, and then turn round And love me truly, just one minute.
ardent dreams fooled glorious longings mirage sweet
Give me the old enthusiasms back,Give me the ardent longings that I lack, --The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth,The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .
ardent dreams fooled glorious longings mirage sweet
Give me the old enthusiasms back, Give me the ardent longings that I lack, -- The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth, The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .
lost
We live as much in all that we have lost As what we own.
discord loose love sour strings
Nothing can be sour and sharpAs a love that has decayed --On the loose strings of the harpOnly discord can be made.