35 Quotes by William Story

Do I hate you? No! Not hate? Hate's a word far too intense, Too alive, to speak a state Of supreme indifference.

I dream of the purple gloryOf the roseate mountain-heightAnd the sweet-to-remember storyOf a distant and clear delight.

I dream of the purple glory Of the roseate mountain-height And the sweet-to-remember story Of a distant and clear delight.

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.

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! how ugly Life can beAfter Love from it is lopped!

Ah! how ugly Life can be After Love from it is lopped!

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