Top 8 William Wetmore Story Quotes

Strive not to say the whole! The Poet, in his Art,
Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.

Of every noble work the silent part is best,
Of all expression that which can not 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 the sense of a something wanted,
That will never come again.

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.

And all but their faith overthrown.

I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life,—
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim
Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wore the chaplet of fame,
But 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.

Ah, me! the vision has vanished— The music has died away!