William Watson

(1858-1935 / England)

William Watson Poems

1. Song 1/4/2003
2. April 4/10/2010
3. England and Her Colonies 1/1/2004
4. Autumn 4/10/2010
5. A Golden Hour 4/10/2010
6. A Sunset 4/10/2010
7. Changed Voices 4/10/2010
8. Beauty's Metempsychosis 4/10/2010
9. The Great Misgiving 1/4/2003
10. England My Mother 4/10/2010
11. A Child's Hair 4/10/2010
12. Felicity 4/10/2010
13. History 4/10/2010
14. The Dream of Man 4/10/2010
15. Angelo 4/10/2010
16. At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton 4/10/2010
17. Estrangement 4/10/2010
18. World Strangeness 4/10/2010
19. Dawn of the Headland 4/10/2010
20. The Lute-Player 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-launch├Ęd 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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