The shadows of twilight grow, William Wetmore Story More Quotes by William Wetmore Story More Quotes From William Wetmore Story Of every noble work the silent part is best; of all expression, that which cannot be expressed. William Wetmore Story noble silence expression 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. William Wetmore Story gray cold pain The Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part. William Wetmore Story smallest intimate poet They only the victory win, William Wetmore Story fighting suffering winning Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free. William Wetmore Story keys spring memories 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....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. William Wetmore Story hymns humble heart
