William Story Quotes (16 Quotes)

Do I hate you No Not hateHate's a word far too intense,Too alive, to speak a stateOf supreme indifference.

Ah how ugly Life can beAfter Love from it is lopped

Speak, History Who are life's victors Unroll thy long annals and sayAre they those whom the world calls the victors, who won the success of a day

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.

The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away --

Nothing can be sour and sharpAs a love that has decayed --On the loose strings of the harpOnly discord can be made.

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.

Ah me the vision has vanished, the music has died away

The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.

We live as much in all that we have lostAs what we own.

Hate me an hour, and then turn roundAnd love me truly, just one minute.

What looks like swindling with a petty sum, Is on a grand and speculative scale Honest enough, so it be large enough.

Man is content to know that he is loved,And tires the constant phrase I love to hearBut woman doubts the instrument is brokeUnless she daily hear the sweet refrain.

I dream of the purple gloryOf the roseate mountain-heightAnd the sweet-to-remember storyOf a distant and clear delight.

Those black eyes I once so praisedNow are hard and sharp and coldWhere's the love that through them blazedWhere's the tenderness of old

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. . . .