William Watson

(1858-1935 / England)

William Watson Poems

1. When Birds Were Songless 4/10/2010
2. Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.) 4/10/2010
3. Prelude 4/10/2010
4. Thomas Hood 4/10/2010
5. To Lord Tennyson 4/10/2010
6. The Turk In Armenia 5/7/2011
7. The Soudanese 4/10/2010
8. The Ballad Of The 'Britain's Pride' 4/10/2010
9. Mensis Lacrimarum 4/10/2010
10. The Glimpse 4/10/2010
11. In Laleham Churchyard 4/10/2010
12. The Princes' Quest - Part The Tenth 4/10/2010
13. Shelley's Centenary 4/10/2010
14. On Landor's 'Hellenics' 4/10/2010
15. To Edward Dowden: On Receiving From Him A Copy Of 'The Life Of Shelley' 4/10/2010
16. Three Eternities 4/10/2010
17. The Questioner 4/10/2010
18. To A Friend: Chafing At Enforced Idleness From Interrupted Health 4/10/2010
19. Vanishings 4/10/2010
20. Reluctant Summer 4/10/2010
21. Skyfaring 4/10/2010
22. The Princes' Quest - Part The Second 4/10/2010
23. Lines To Our New Censor 4/10/2010
24. The Princes Quest - Part The Sixth 4/10/2010
25. On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion 4/10/2010
26. The Russ At Kara 4/10/2010
27. To James Bromley With 'Wordsworth's Grave' 4/10/2010
28. Thy Voice From Inmost Dreamland Calls 4/10/2010
29. Three Flowers 4/10/2010
30. Liberty Rejected 4/10/2010
31. Ode In May 1/4/2003
32. Ireland 4/10/2010
33. Lachrymæ Musarum 4/10/2010
34. Our Men 4/10/2010
35. Sketch Of A Political Character 4/10/2010
36. The Sovereign Poet 4/10/2010
37. The River 4/10/2010
38. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain 4/10/2010
39. The Princes' Quest - Part The Ninth 4/10/2010
40. Liege 4/10/2010
Best Poem of William Watson

Song

APRIL, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!

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England And Her Colonies

SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree,
By countless morns impearled;
Her broad roots coil beneath the sea,
Her branches sweep the world;
Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,
Clothe the remotest strand
With forests from her scatterings made,
New nations fostered in her shade,
And linking land with land.

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