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Poems by William W. Story
Story, William Wetmore (1819-1895)
[section]
[dedication]
CASTLE PALO.
IN THE WEST.
IN THE EAST.
THE NECKAN.
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.
TO J--- S---.
THE BROKEN HARP.
FAIRY-LAND.
THE TORRENT.
TO J. S.
COUPLETS.
1.
[I. To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough]
3.
[III. Strive not to say the whole! the Poet, in his Art]
4.
[IV. We of our age are part, and every thrill that wakes]
5.
[V. All Arts are one, howe'er distributed they stand]
6.
[VI. Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life]
7.
[VII. Why fear the critic's pen; if dipped in gall it be]
8.
[VIII. The old because 'tis old the fool will reverence]
9.
[IX. Yes, thrift is very good. Respect to men of thrift]
10.
[X. Live not without a friend! The Alpine rock must own]
11.
[XI. Herein the spirit's gifts are not like those of clay]
12.
[XII. As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows]
13.
[XIII. How use and custom steal from fairest things their grace]
14.
[XIV. While we are young our youth too near for Art doth lie]
15.
[XV. In every leaf is seen the structure of the tree]
16.
[XVI. The scholar like a ship is filled with foreign store]
17.
[XVII. What strange and magic power in sympathy resides?]
18.
[XVIII. Pain of the devil is, with God is joy alone]
19.
[XIX. That dress of thine is made of many lives; I see]
20.
[XX. The conscious Intellect the servant is of Art]
21.
[XXI. Like to the human frame, or like the spreading tree]
22.
[XXII. I look into thine eyes, myself, dear love, to see]
23.
[XXIII. Seek not to pour the world into thy little mould]
24.
[XXIV. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]
25.
[XXV. Nature in circles moves round fixed and central laws]
26.
[XXVI. While work is only task we are apprentices]
27.
[XXVII. Joy is the tone that sounds through nature's myriad vents]
28.
[XXVIII. Nature allows not man his brother to exclude]
29.
[XXIX. We are but what we think, and must immortal be]
30.
[XXX. The East for sweet luxurious ease and rest]
31.
[XXXI. Nature will ne'er repeat; whatever she creates]
32.
[XXXII. Where thou art strong and stout thy friend to thee will show]
33.
[XXXIII. The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own]
34.
[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.
THE LOCUST-TREES.
SORRENTO.
PROLOGUE,
L'ENVOI.
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Poems by William W. Story
Poems by William W. Story
William Wetmore Story
1819-1895
Little, Brown and Company
Boston
1856
Poems by William W. Story