35 Quotes by William Story

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.

Give me the old enthusiasms back,Give me the ardent longings that I lack, --The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth,The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .

Give me the old enthusiasms back, Give me the ardent longings that I lack, -- The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth, The sweet mirage that lured me on its track. . . .

Hate me an hour, and then turn roundAnd love me truly, just one minute.

Hate me an hour, and then turn round And love me truly, just one minute.

The rain keeps constantly raining,And the sky is cold and gray,And the wind in the trees keeps complainingThat summer has passed away; --

The rain keeps constantly raining, And the sky is cold and gray, And the wind in the trees keeps complaining That summer has passed away; --

Those black eyes I once so praisedNow are hard and sharp and cold;Where's the love that through them blazed?Where's the tenderness of old?

Those black eyes I once so praised Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where's the love that through them blazed? Where's the tenderness of old?