William Story Sharp Quotations

Nothing can be sour and sharp As a love that has decayed -- On the loose strings of the harp Only discord can be made.

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?

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?