William Watson, born on August 2, 1858, in Scotland, was a renowned poet. His poetry is known for its profound emotion and unique style, which has had a profound impact on subsequent poets.
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“Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.”
Source: Poems
“Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.”
Source: The Poems of William Watson
“We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.”
Source: The Poems of Sir William Watson: 1878-1935
“Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.”
Source: The Poems of Sir William Watson: 1878-1935
“And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Watson
“Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.”
Source: The Poems of Sir William Watson: 1878-1935
“Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.”
Source: The Poems of William Watson
“Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.”
Source: The Poems of Sir William Watson: 1878-1935
Source: The Poems of Sir William Watson: 1878-1935
“Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Watson
“Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.”
Source: Retrogression: and other poems
Source: The Poems of William Watson
Source: New poems
“April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.”
“The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.”
Source: The Collected Poems of William Watson