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William Watson's Poetry, by first line

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  • She was a lady great and splendid,
    I was a minstrel in her halls.
    14 lines
  • Strange the world about me lies,
    Never yet familiar grown--
    16 lines
  • When birds were songless on the bough
    I heard thee sing.
    8 lines
  • Few friends are mine, though many wights there be
    Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim
    14 lines
  • As some most pure and noble face,
    Seen in the thronged and hurrying street,
    12 lines
  • In the night, in the night,
    When thou liest alone,
    24 lines
  • I
    England my mother,
    100 lines
  • That beauty such as thine
    Can die indeed,
    15 lines
  • (12TH OCTOBER 1492)
    From his adventurous prime
    33 lines
  • I asked of heaven and earth and sea,
    Saying: "O wondrous trinity,
    24 lines
  • Seven moons, new moons, had eastward set their horns
    Averted from the sun; seven moons, old moons,
    315 lines
  • I
    Wave and wind and willow-tree
    22 lines
  • Westward a league the city lay, with one
    Cloud's imminent umbrage o'er it: when behold,
    26 lines
  • Last night the seawind was to me
    A metaphor of liberty,
    12 lines
  • I
    As drones a bee with sultry hum
    18 lines
  • Thine were the weak, slight hands
    That might have taken this strong soul, and bent
    15 lines
  • Here, peradventure, in this mirror glassed,
    Who gazes long and well at times beholds
    14 lines
  • I saunter all about the pleasant place
    You made thrice pleasant, O my friends, to me;
    14 lines
  • SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree,
    By countless morns impearled;
    19 lines
  • Dawn - and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound;
    On the waters a vast Content, as of hunger appeased and stayed;
    8 lines
  • Thou burden of all songs the earth hath sung,
    Thou retrospect in Time's reverted eyes,
    40 lines
  • HE sits above the clang and dust of Time,
    With the world's secret trembling on his lip.
    13 lines
  • MY little maiden two years old, just able
    To tower full half a head above the table,
    10 lines
  • NO courtier this, and naught to courts he owed,
    Fawned not on thrones, hymned not the great and callous,
    12 lines
  • The mighty poets from their flowing store
    Dispense like casual alms the careless ore;
    10 lines
  • 'Twas at this season, year by year,
    The singer who lies songless here
    84 lines
  • Youth! ere thou be flown away.
    Surely one last boon to-day
    12 lines
  • A letter from abroad. I tear
    Its sheathing open, unaware
    85 lines
  • Five-and-thirty black slaves,
    Half-a-hundred white,
    32 lines
  • Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
    With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
    12 lines
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