The Princes Quest – Part The Sixth – William Watson

The Princes Quest – Part The Sixth Even as one voice the great sea sang. From out The green heart of the waters round about,…

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On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion – William Watson

On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion What! and shall _we_, with such submissive airs As age demands in reverence from the young, Await these…

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Art Maxims – William Watson

Art Maxims Often ornateness Goes with greatness; Oftener felicity Comes of simplicity. Talent that’s cheapest Affects singularity. Thoughts that dive deepest Rise radiant in clarity….

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World Strangeness – William Watson

World Strangeness Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known. In…

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The Great Misgiving – William Watson

The Great Misgiving ‘NOT ours,’ say some, ‘the thought of death to dread;    Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell: Life is a feast,…

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Liberty Rejected – William Watson

Liberty Rejected About this heart thou hast Thy chains made fast, And think’st thou I would be Therefrom set free, And forth unbound be cast?…

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Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls – William Watson

Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls Thy voice from inmost dreamland calls; The wastes of sleep thou makest fair; Bright o’er the ridge of darkness…

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Song – William Watson

Song APRIL, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears Like a lover greetest, If I…

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England To Ireland – William Watson

England To Ireland Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me, Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword– Mother of children who…

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The Princes’ Quest – Part The Second – William Watson

The Princes’ Quest – Part The Second A fearful and a lovely thing is Sleep, And mighty store of secrets hath in keep; And those…

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On Landor’s ‘hellenics’ – William Watson

On Landor’s ‘Hellenics’ Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting With lyric draughts o’ersweet, from rills that rise On Hybla not Parnassus mountain: come With…

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At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton – William Watson

At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton Not here, O teeming City, was it meet Thy lover, thy most faithful, should repose, But where…

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When Birds Were Songless – William Watson

When Birds Were Songless When birds were songless on the bough I heard thee sing. The world was full of winter, thou Wert full of…

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The Glimpse – William Watson

The Glimpse Just for a day you crossed my life’s dull track, Put my ignobler dreams to sudden shame, Went your bright way, and left…

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Liege – William Watson

Liege Betwixt the Foe and France was she — France the immortal, France the free. The Foe, like one vast living sea, Drew nigh. He…

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The Soudanese – William Watson

The Soudanese They wrong’d not us, nor sought ‘gainst us to wage The bitter battle. On their God they cried For succour, deeming justice to…

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Skyfaring – William Watson

Skyfaring Drifting through vacant spaces vast of sleep, One overtook me like a flying star And whirled me onward in his glistering car. From shade…

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England My Mother – William Watson

England My Mother I England my mother, Wardress of waters. Builder of peoples, Maker of men,- Hast thou yet leisure Left for the muses? Heed’st…

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The Princes’ Quest – Part The First – William Watson

The Princes’ Quest – Part The First There was a time, it passeth me to say How long ago, but sure ’twas many a day…

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Night – William Watson

Night In the night, in the night, When thou liest alone, Ah, the sounds that are blown In the freaks of the breeze, By the…

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Beethoven – William Watson

Beethoven O Master, if immortals suffer aught Of sadness like to ours, and in like sighs And with like overflow of darkened eyes Disburden them,…

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Under The Dark And Piny Steep – William Watson

Under The Dark And Piny Steep Under the dark and piny steep We watched the storm crash by: We saw the bright brand leap and…

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The Man Who Saw – William Watson

The Man Who Saw The master weavers at the enchanted loom Of Legend, weaving long ago those tales Through which there wanders the grey thread…

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Lachrymæ Musarum – William Watson

Lachrymæ Musarum Low, like another’s, lies the laurelled head: The life that seemed a perfect song is o’er: Carry the last great bard to his…

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The Raven’s Shadow – William Watson

The Raven’s Shadow Seabird, elemental sprite, Moulded of the sun and spray- Raven, dreary flake of night Drifting in the eye of day- What in…

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Sketch Of A Political Character – William Watson

Sketch Of A Political Character There is a race of men, who master life, Their victory being inversely as their strife; Who capture by refraining…

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England And Her Colonies – William Watson

England And Her Colonies SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree, By countless morns impearled; Her broad roots coil beneath the sea, Her branches sweep the world;…

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The Princes’ Quest – Part The Ninth – William Watson

The Princes’ Quest – Part The Ninth And passing through the city he went out Into the fat fields lying thereabout, And lo the spirit…

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Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares To Leave – William Watson

Nay, Bid Me Not My Cares To Leave Nay, bid me not my cares to leave, Who cannot from their shadow flee. I do but…

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Angelo – William Watson

Angelo Seven moons, new moons, had eastward set their horns Averted from the sun; seven moons, old moons, Westward their sun-averted horns had set; Since…

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Vanishings – William Watson

Vanishings As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea, Turning his face to eastward suddenly Sees…

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The Fugitive Ideal – William Watson

The Fugitive Ideal As some most pure and noble face, Seen in the thronged and hurrying street, Sheds o’er the world a sudden grace, A…

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Life Without Health – William Watson

Life Without Health Behold life builded as a goodly house And grown a mansion ruinous With winter blowing through its crumbling walls! The master paceth…

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The Russ At Kara – William Watson

The Russ At Kara O King of kings, that watching from Thy throne Sufferest the monster of Ust-Kara’s hold, With bosom than Siberia’s wastes more…

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The Ballad Of The ‘britain’s Pride’ – William Watson

The Ballad Of The ‘Britain’s Pride’ It was a skipper of Lowestoft That trawled the northern sea, In a smack of thrice ten tons and…

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Dedication Of ‘the Dream Of Man’ To London, My Hostess – William Watson

Dedication Of ‘The Dream Of Man’ To London, My Hostess City that waitest to be sung,– For whom no hand To mighty strains the lyre…

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The Princes’ Quest – Part The Fifth – William Watson

The Princes’ Quest – Part The Fifth So, being risen, the Prince in brief while went Forth to the market-place, where babblement Of them that…

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Mensis Lacrimarum – William Watson

Mensis Lacrimarum March, that comes roaring, maned, with rampant paws, And bleatingly withdraws; March,–’tis the year’s fantastic nondescript, That, born when frost hath nipped The…

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An Epistle (To N.A.) – William Watson

An Epistle (To N.A.) So, into Cornwall you go down, And leave me loitering here in town. For me, the ebb of London’s wave, Not…

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Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain – William Watson

Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain Well he slumbers, greatly slain, Who in splendid battle dies; Deep his sleep in midmost main Pillowed upon pearl who…

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The Eternal Search – William Watson

The Eternal Search MY little maiden two years old, just able To tower full half a head above the table, With inquisition keen must needs…

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Ireland – William Watson

Ireland In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways, ‘Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays, There she…

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The Questioner – William Watson

The Questioner I asked of heaven and earth and sea, Saying: ‘O wondrous trinity, Deign to make answer unto me, And tell me truly what…

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Scentless Flow’rs I Bring Thee – William Watson

Scentless Flow’Rs I Bring Thee Scentless flow’rs I bring thee-yet In thy bosom be they set; In thy bosom each one grows Fragrant beyond any…

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Columbus – William Watson

Columbus (12TH OCTOBER 1492) From his adventurous prime He dreamed the dream sublime: Over his wandering youth It hung, a beckoning star. At last the…

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The Men Who Man Our Batteries – William Watson

The Men Who Man Our Batteries The men who man our batteries, The men who serve our guns, They need not honeyed flatteries, For they…

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Lux Perdita – William Watson

Lux Perdita Thine were the weak, slight hands That might have taken this strong soul, and bent Its stubborn substance to thy soft intent, And…

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And These-Are These Indeed The Rnd – William Watson

And These-Are These Indeed The Rnd And these-are these indeed the end, This grinning skull, this heavy loam? Do all green ways whereby we wend…

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Wordsworth’s Grave – William Watson

Wordsworth’s Grave I The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here; Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows; Rotha, remembering well who slumbers near,…

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The Foresters – William Watson

The Foresters Clear as of old the great voice rings to-day, While Sherwood’s oak-leaves twine with Aldworth’s bay: The voice of him the master and…

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In Laleham Churchyard – William Watson

In Laleham Churchyard ‘Twas at this season, year by year, The singer who lies songless here Was wont to woo a less austere, Less deep…

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The River – William Watson

The River I As drones a bee with sultry hum When all the world with heat lies dumb, Thou dronest through the drowsèd lea, To…

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Shelley’s Centenary – William Watson

Shelley’s Centenary Within a narrow span of time, Three princes of the realm of rhyme, At height of youth or manhood’s prime, From earth took…

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Dawn Of The Headland – William Watson

Dawn Of The Headland Dawn – and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound; On the waters a vast Content, as of hunger appeased and…

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The Mock Self – William Watson

The Mock Self Few friends are mine, though many wights there be Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim To be myself, and hath…

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Love’s Astrology – William Watson

Love’s Astrology I know not if they erred Who thought to see The tale of all the times to be, Star-character’d; I know not, neither…

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A Song Of Three Singers – William Watson

A Song Of Three Singers I Wave and wind and willow-tree Speak a speech that no man knoweth; Tree that sigheth, wind that bloweth, Wave…

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Three Flowers – William Watson

Three Flowers I made a little song about the rose And sang it for the rose to hear, Nor ever marked until the music’s close…

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The Dream Of Man – William Watson

The Dream Of Man To the eye and the ear of the Dreamer This Dream out of darkness flew, Through the horn or the ivory…

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History – William Watson

History Here, peradventure, in this mirror glassed, Who gazes long and well at times beholds Some sunken feature of the mummied Past, But oftener only…

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