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William Winter Quotes

1836–1917 United States

William Winter (July 15, 1836 – June 30, 1917) was an American dramatic critic and author, born in Gloucester, Mass. He graduated from Harvard Law School in 1857, then chose literature as his field of endeavor, and moved to New York City (1859), where he became literary critic of the Saturday Press, then (1861–65) of the New York Albion, and for more than 40 years (1865–1909) was a drama critic of the New York Tribune.

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Also known as: William Winter, Winter, William

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Ambition has but one reward for all:
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name.

When will the dead world cease to dream,
When will the morning break?

His love was like the liberal air,—
Embracing all, to cheer and bless;
And every grief that mortals share
Found pity in his tenderness.

Though all the bards of earth were dead,
And all their music passed away,
What Nature wishes should be said
She’ll find the rightful voice to say.

Life is arched with changing skies:
Rarely are they what they seem:
Children we of smiles and sighs—
Much we know, but more we dream.

Light and Shadow. in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)

Fierce for the right, he bore his part
In strife with many a valiant foe;
But Laughter winged his polished dart,
And kindness tempered every blow.

Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!

But the grandsire's chair is empty,
The cottage is dark and still;
There's a nameless grave on the battle-field,
And a new one under the hill.

White sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run
And winged hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.

He loves not well whose love is bold!
I would not have thee come too nigh.
The sun's gold would not seem pure gold
Unless the sun were in the sky:
To take him thence and chain him near
Would make his beauty disappear.

The golden time of Long Ago.

For I know that Death is a guest divine,
Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine;
And he cares for nothing! a king is he—
Come on, old fellow, and drink with me!
With you I will drink to the solemn past,
Though the cup that I drain should be my last.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: William Winter (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.