Treasure Island

William Watson

(1858-1935 / England)

Poems of William Watson

1. A Child's Hair 4/10/2010
2. A Golden Hour 4/10/2010
3. A Song Of Three Singers 4/10/2010
4. A Sunset 4/10/2010
5. An Epistle: (To N.A.) 4/10/2010
6. And These--Are These Indeed The Rnd 4/10/2010
7. Angelo 4/10/2010
8. April 4/10/2010
9. Art Maxims 4/10/2010
10. At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton 4/10/2010
11. Autumn 4/10/2010
12. Beauty's Metempsychosis 4/10/2010
13. Beethoven 4/10/2010
14. Changed Voices 4/10/2010
15. Columbus 4/10/2010
16. Dawn of the Headland 4/10/2010
17. Dedication Of 'The Dream Of Man' To London, My Hostess 4/10/2010
18. England and Her Colonies 1/1/2004
19. England My Mother 4/10/2010
20. England To Ireland 4/10/2010

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 the sire
Of one whole age and legion of the lyre,
Who sang his morning-song when Coleridge still
Uttered dark oracles from Highgate Hill,
And with new-launchèd argosies of rhyme
Gilds and makes brave this sombreing tide of time.
Far be the hour when lesser brows shall wear

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