Poems by William W. Story

Story, William Wetmore (1819-1895)

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THE DEATH OF GREGORY XVI.

“DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI.”

IN THE MOUNTAINS.

SHADOWS AND VOICES AT TWILIGHT.

A TESTAMENT.

ITALY AND NEW ENGLAND.

THE MARCHESE CASTELLO

THE PINE.

VENICE.

BETWEEN TWELVE AND ONE.

[I. To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough]

[III. Strive not to say the whole! the Poet, in his Art]

[IV. We of our age are part, and every thrill that wakes]

[V. All Arts are one, howe'er distributed they stand]

[VI. Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life]

[VII. Why fear the critic's pen; if dipped in gall it be]

[VIII. The old because 'tis old the fool will reverence]

[IX. Yes, thrift is very good. Respect to men of thrift]

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[X. Live not without a friend! The Alpine rock must own]

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[XI. Herein the spirit's gifts are not like those of clay]

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[XII. As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows]

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[XIII. How use and custom steal from fairest things their grace]

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[XIV. While we are young our youth too near for Art doth lie]

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[XV. In every leaf is seen the structure of the tree]

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[XVI. The scholar like a ship is filled with foreign store]

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[XVII. What strange and magic power in sympathy resides?]

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[XVIII. Pain of the devil is, with God is joy alone]

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[XIX. That dress of thine is made of many lives; I see]

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[XX. The conscious Intellect the servant is of Art]

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[XXI. Like to the human frame, or like the spreading tree]

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[XXII. I look into thine eyes, myself, dear love, to see]

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[XXIII. Seek not to pour the world into thy little mould]

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[XXIV. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]

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[XXV. Nature in circles moves round fixed and central laws]

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[XXVI. While work is only task we are apprentices]

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[XXVII. Joy is the tone that sounds through nature's myriad vents]

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[XXVIII. Nature allows not man his brother to exclude]

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[XXIX. We are but what we think, and must immortal be]

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[XXX. The East for sweet luxurious ease and rest]

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[XXXI. Nature will ne'er repeat; whatever she creates]

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[XXXII. Where thou art strong and stout thy friend to thee will show]

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[XXXIII. The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own]

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[XXXIV. The torch you turn to earth still upward lifts its flame]

THE BLACK-LETTER TEXT.

THE AUTUMN CYCLAMEN.

DIRGE.

THE BIVOUAC.

THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

SAPPHO.

TO G. W. C. AND C. P. C.

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[XII. As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows]

As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows
And sways unto the tide, and feels its ebbs and flows;

So unto Reason fixed, yet floating ever free
In Feeling's ebb and flow the Artist's life should be.

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[XII. As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows]