The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another have conspired to urge upon his acceptance. Edmund Clarence Stedman More Quotes by Edmund Clarence Stedman More Quotes From Edmund Clarence Stedman Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow? Edmund Clarence Stedman fire heart snow Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away? Edmund Clarence Stedman sky spring song Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet. Edmund Clarence Stedman fate rude sea Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds. Edmund Clarence Stedman tongue use special Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerity, of irresistible impulse in both the poet and the, composer. Edmund Clarence Stedman faults soul art Is there a rarer being, Edmund Clarence Stedman yield future strong Give us a man of God's own mould Edmund Clarence Stedman rallying-cry giving men No, he was no such charlatan-- Edmund Clarence Stedman hoboken light gold Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained. Edmund Clarence Stedman accounts fashion science The weary August days are long; Edmund Clarence Stedman summer song fall War! war! war! Edmund Clarence Stedman hero war moving
