William Wetmore Story Quotes

Of every noble work the silent part is best; of all expression, that which cannot be expressed.

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.

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.

The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.