William Story
William Story
William Wetmore Storywas an American sculptor, art critic, poet, and editor...
ProfessionSculptor
Date of Birth12 February 1819
broken dreams stem
On the broken stem of dreamsOnly disappointments grow.
broken dreams stem
On the broken stem of dreams Only disappointments grow.
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. . . .
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.
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.
black eyes hard love sharp tenderness
Those black eyes I once so praisedNow are hard and sharp and cold;Where's the love that through them blazed?Where's the tenderness of old?
black eyes hard love praised sharp tenderness
Those black eyes I once so praised Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where's the love that through them blazed? Where's the tenderness of old?
far hate speak state supreme word
Do I hate you? No! Not hate? Hate's a word far too intense, Too alive, to speak a state Of supreme indifference.
We live as much in all that we have lostAs what we own.
lost
We live as much in all that we have lost As what we own.
battle died fell hymn sing
I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife.