Reminiscences of William Wetmore Story: The American Sculptor and Author; Being Incidents and Anecdotes Chronologically Arranged, Together with an Account of His Association with Famous People and His Principal Works in Literature and Sculpture

Rand McNally, 1897 - 305 páginas

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Página 282 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Página 269 - Be innocent of the knowledge , dearest chuck , Till thou applaud the deed. — Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Página 59 - Be brief, be pointed; let your matter stand Lucid, in order, solid, and at hand; Spend not your words on trifles, but condense; Strike with a mass of thoughts, not drops of sense; Press to the close with vigor, once begun, And leave (how hard the task!), leave off, when done...
Página 218 - T was so many a year ago ; Or you may not choose to remember it, Time may have changed you so. The world so chills us and kills us, Perhaps you may scorn to recall That night, with its innocent impulse, — Perhaps you '11 deny it all.
Página 60 - Strike but few blows, but strike them to the heart; All scattered fires but end in smoke and noise. The scorn of men, the idle play of boys. Keep, then, this first great precept ever near, Short be your speech, your matter strong and clear, Earnest your manner, warm and rich your style, Severe in taste, yet full of grace the while; So may you reach the loftiest heights of fame, And leave, when life is past, a deathless name.
Página 290 - Ode," on the Anniversary of the Fifth Half Century of the Landing of Governor Endicott; New York.
Página 113 - ... mother insisted on going when she and I went out in the carriage together. I am horribly weak about such things ; I can't look on the earthside of death ; I flinch from corpses and graves, and never meet a common funeral without a sort of horror. When I look deathwards I look over death, and upwards, or I can't look that way at all. So that it was a struggle with me to sit upright in that carriage in which the poor stricken mother sat so calmly — not to drop from the seat.
Página 288 - Reports of Cases Argued and Determined in the Circuit Court of the United States for the First Circuit.
Página 247 - 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 by the prize that the world holds on high ; Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight, — if need be, to die.
Página 215 - All toiling with one purpose and one heart ; No war, no waste of noble energies, — But smiling peace, the enlarging grace of art ; Humanity a column with its base Of solid work, and at its summit crowned With the ideal capital of Love ! This is a dream that turns this world of ours Quite upside down ; — I'll say no more of it. And yet one word more, lest you deem me fool ! Think not I dream : none but a fool could...

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