Howard Pyle Quote
Then Allan touched his harp lightly, and all words were hushed while he sang thus: 'Oh, where has thou been, my daughter?Oh, where hast thou been this dayDaughter, my daughter?''Oh, I have been to the river's side,Where the waters lie all gray and wide,And the gray sky broods o'er the leaden tide,And the shrill wind sighs a straining.' 'What sawest thou there, my daughter?What sawest thou there this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, I saw a boat come drifting nigh,Where the quivering rushes hiss and sigh,And the water soughs as it gurgles by,And the shrill wind sighs a straining.' 'What sailed in the boat, my daughter?What sailed in the boat this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, there was one all clad in white,And about his face hung a pallid light,And his eyes gleamed sharp like the stars at night,And the shrill wind sighed a straining.' 'And what said he, my daughter?What said he to thee this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, said he nought, but did he this:Thrice on my lips did he press a kiss,And my heartstrings shrunk with an awful bliss,And the shrill wind sighed a straining.' 'Why growest thou so cold, my daughter?Why growest thou so cold and white,Daughter, my daughter?'Oh, never a word the daughter said,But she sat all straight with a drooping head,For her heart was stilled and her face was dead:And the shrill wind sighed a straining. All listened in silence; and when Allan a Dale had done King Richard heaved a sigh. By the breath of my body, Allan, quoth he, thou hast
Then Allan touched his harp lightly, and all words were hushed while he sang thus: 'Oh, where has thou been, my daughter?Oh, where hast thou been this dayDaughter, my daughter?''Oh, I have been to the river's side,Where the waters lie all gray and wide,And the gray sky broods o'er the leaden tide,And the shrill wind sighs a straining.' 'What sawest thou there, my daughter?What sawest thou there this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, I saw a boat come drifting nigh,Where the quivering rushes hiss and sigh,And the water soughs as it gurgles by,And the shrill wind sighs a straining.' 'What sailed in the boat, my daughter?What sailed in the boat this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, there was one all clad in white,And about his face hung a pallid light,And his eyes gleamed sharp like the stars at night,And the shrill wind sighed a straining.' 'And what said he, my daughter?What said he to thee this day,Daughter, my daughter?''Oh, said he nought, but did he this:Thrice on my lips did he press a kiss,And my heartstrings shrunk with an awful bliss,And the shrill wind sighed a straining.' 'Why growest thou so cold, my daughter?Why growest thou so cold and white,Daughter, my daughter?'Oh, never a word the daughter said,But she sat all straight with a drooping head,For her heart was stilled and her face was dead:And the shrill wind sighed a straining. All listened in silence; and when Allan a Dale had done King Richard heaved a sigh. By the breath of my body, Allan, quoth he, thou hast
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About Howard Pyle
In 1894, he began teaching illustration at the Drexel Institute of Art, Science, and Industry (now Drexel University). Among his students there were Violet Oakley, Maxfield Parrish, and Jessie Willcox Smith. After 1900, he founded his own school of art and illustration named the Howard Pyle School of Illustration Art. Scholar Henry C. Pitz later used the term Brandywine School for the illustration artists and Wyeth family artists of the Brandywine region, several of whom had studied with Pyle. He had a lasting influence on a number of artists who became notable in their own right; N. C. Wyeth, Frank Schoonover, Thornton Oakley, Allen Tupper True, Stanley Arthurs, and numerous others studied under him.
His 1883 classic publication The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood remains in print, and his other books frequently have medieval European settings, including a four-volume set on King Arthur. He is also well known for his illustrations of pirates, and is credited with creating what has become the modern stereotype of pirate dress.
He published his first novel Otto of the Silver Hand in 1888. He also illustrated historical and adventure stories for periodicals such as Harper's Magazine and St. Nicholas Magazine. His novel Men of Iron was adapted as the movie The Black Shield of Falworth (1954).
Pyle travelled to Florence, Italy in 1910 to study mural painting. He died there in 1911 of a sudden kidney infection (Bright's disease).