And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure! — William Watson Feet Copy Share Image
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy. — William Watson Beauty Copy Share Image
The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent. — William Watson Curiosity 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… — William Watson Anger Copy Share Image
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes; Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth,… — William Watson Age Copy Share Image
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away. — William Watson Disappear Copy Share Image
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears. — William Watson April Copy Share Image
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the… — William Watson Believe Copy Share Image
Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On… — William Watson Believe Copy Share Image
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1. — William Watson Done Copy Share Image
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 Domes Copy Share Image
Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes. — William Watson Eye Copy Share Image
He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n;… — William Watson Bounds Copy Share Image
We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing. — William Watson Careless Copy Share Image
On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne'er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I. — William Watson Captives Copy Share Image
“Strange the world about me lies, Never yet familiar grown- Still disturbs me with surprise, Haunts me like a face half known.… — William Watson Home Copy Share Image
A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his… — William Watson Common Copy Share Image
Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men. — William Watson Heart Copy Share Image
O ye by wandering tempest sown 'Neath every alien star, Forget not whence the breath was blown That wafted you afar! For… — William Watson Afar Copy Share Image
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… — William Watson Ill Copy Share Image
Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men. — William Watson Hearts Copy Share Image
