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; --
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.
broken dreams stem
On the broken stem of dreamsOnly disappointments grow.
broken dreams stem
On the broken stem of dreams Only disappointments grow.
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.
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.
discord loose love sharp sour strings
Nothing can be sour and sharp As a love that has decayed -- On the loose strings of the harp Only discord can be made.
constant content daily doubts hear instrument man phrase sweet tires woman
Man is content to know that he is loved,And tires the constant phrase "I love" to hear;But woman doubts the instrument is brokeUnless she daily hear the sweet refrain.
broke constant content daily doubt doubts hear instrument man phrase sweet tires unless woman
Man is content to know that he is loved, And tires the constant phrase "I love" to hear; But woman doubts the instrument is broke Unless she daily hear the sweet refrain.
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. . . .