Poems by William Watson
Angelo
... But that which sorelier bruised his breast than ev'n ...
The Ballad of the "Britain's Pride"
... "Help! help!" it whispered and sighed- ...
The Blind Summit
... summit, upon which he had written, "It is cold, and clouds shut ...
The Princes' Quest - Part the Fifth
... But now when all things dreamwise seemed to swim ...
To Edward Clodd
... Nor more his joy, if all the rapt heav'n heard ...
"Under the dark and piny steep"
... For, peal by peal, you did but cling ...
The Princes Quest - Part the Sixth
... and his eyes Were wandering wells of lightning to the skies ...
The Man Who Saw
... So each day The builders laboured, marrying stone to stone ...
The Mock Self
... but alas! I too, at fault, bewildered, sometimes take ...
Prelude
... - Not mine the rich and showering hand, that strews ...
The Russ at Kara
... For their wild pangs whose tale is yet scarce told, ...
"And These--Are These Indeed The Rnd"
... This grinning skull, this heavy loam ...
The Turk In Armenia
... We deemed of old thou held'st a charge from Him ...
The Lute-Player
... "O rest thee now, Sir Knight," she said ...
Shelley's Centenary
... and Whence? Impatient of the world's fixed way, ...
