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. — William Watson Copy Share Image
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… — William Watson Copy Share
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes; Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth, Wrought deadlier… — William Watson Copy Share
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears. — William Watson Copy Share
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose,… — William Watson Copy Share
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary,… — William Watson Copy Share
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1. — William Watson Copy Share
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease? — William Watson Copy Share
Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes. — William Watson Copy Share
