Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.
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....The hymn… - William Wetmore Story
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....The hymn…
- William Wetmore Story
The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow. - William Wetmore Story
The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free. - William Wetmore Story
Of every noble work the silent part is best; of all expression, that which cannot be expressed. - William Wetmore Story
Of every noble work the silent part is best; of all expression, that which cannot be expressed.
They only the victory win, Who have fought the good fight and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within; Who have held to their faith unseduced… - William Wetmore Story
They only the victory win, Who have fought the good fight and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within; Who have held to their faith unseduced…
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. - William Wetmore Story
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.
The Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part. - William Wetmore Story
The Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.
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