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By AnonymWilliam Watson
A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
God, eldest of Poets.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes; Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth, Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For ye are still her ancient seed On younger soil let fall— Children of Britain's island-breed, To whom the Mother in her need Perchance may one day call.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
She is not old, she is not young, The Woman with the Serpent's Tongue. The haggard cheek, the hungering eye, The poisoned words that wildly fly, The famished face, the fevered hand, Who slights the worthiest in the land, Sneers at the just, contemns the brave, And blackens goodness in its grave.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
The after-silence, when the feast is o'er,And void the places where the minstrels stood,Differs in nought from what hath been before,And is nor ill nor good.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
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By AnonymWilliam Watson
Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.
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