William Sharp


Born
in Paisley, Scotland
September 12, 1855

Died
December 12, 1905

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William Sharp was a Scottish writer of poetry and literary biography who, from 1893, wrote also as Fiona Macleod. He was born in Paisley and educated at Glasgow Academy and the University of Glasgow

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The Works of Fiona Macleod,...

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The Writings of "Fiona MacL...

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More books by William Sharp…
“The air is blue and keen and cold,
With snow the roads and fields are white;
But here the forest's clothed with light
And in a shining sheath enrolled.
Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass,
Seems clad miraculously with glass:

Above the ice-bound streamlet bends
Each frozen fern with crystal ends.”
William Sharp

“O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing:
O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing.
Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.”
William Sharp

“Love is a beautiful dream.”
William Sharp