William Sharp Quotes

United Kingdom, Writer
September 12, 1855 – December, 12, 1905.

William Sharp was a Scottish writer, of poetry and literary biography in particular, who from 1893 wrote also as Fiona Macleod, a pseudonym kept almost secret during his lifetime. He was also an editor of the poetry of Ossian, Walter Scott, Matthew Arnold, Algernon Charles Swinburne and Eugene Lee-Hamilton.

The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again.

William Sharp
- Slides
- Carpe
- Steep
In the beginning, said a Persian poet Allah took a rose, a lily, a dove, a serpent, a little honey, a Dead Sea apple, and a handful of clay. When he looked at the amalgram it was a woman.

William Sharp
- Women
- Littles
- Serpent

Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.

William Sharp
- Giving
- Secret
- Winter
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.

William Sharp
- Silence
- Waves
- Wastes
My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

William Sharp
- Heart
- Lonely
- Hunters
A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of forests. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

William Sharp
- Giving
- Mountain
- Forests
The desire of love, Joy:The desire of life, Peace:The desire of the soul, Heaven:The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.

William Sharp
- Desire
- Heaven
- Forever