Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men. William Watson More Quotes by William Watson More Quotes From William Watson Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy. William Watson earnest graves joy 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 sea ease home April, April William Watson laughter spring laughing God, eldest of Poets. William Watson eldest poet Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away. William Watson empires disappear song 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 host guests rooms Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest. William Watson weary feet Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes; Great out of season and untimely wise: A man whose virtue, genius, grandeur, worth, Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo. William Watson eye wise character Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest. William Watson tired work long He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality. William Watson eye bridges fall Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men. William Watson heart song men A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new. William Watson gleam lips dream Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds. William Watson brass reeds arrogant And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure! William Watson nemesis feet The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent. William Watson thirst discontent curiosity Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness. William Watson hate hatred children O ye by wandering tempest sown William Watson stars mother children Best they honor thee William Watson thee honor We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing. William Watson hate light choices Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect. William Watson respect believe past
