William Watson's Poetry, by popularity

• To A Friend: Chafing At Enforced Idleness From Interrupted Health

  Soon may the edict lapse, that on you lays
  This dire compulsion of infertile days,

  9 lines
• On Exaggerated Deference To Foreign Literary Opinion

  What! and shall _we_, with such submissive airs
  As age demands in reverence from the young,

  13 lines
• Lines In A Flyleaf Of "Christabel"

  Inhospitably hast thou entertained,
  O Poet, us the bidden to thy board,

  13 lines
• To......

  (WITH A VOLUME OF EPIGRAMS)
  Unto the Lady of The Nook

  10 lines
• Lines (With A Volume Of The Author's Poems Sent To M.R.C.)

  Go, Verse, nor let the grass of tarrying grow
  Beneath thy feet iambic. Southward go

  25 lines
• To Edward Dowden: On Receiving From Him A Copy Of "The Life Of Shelley"

  First, ere I slake my hunger, let me thank
  The giver of the feast. For feast it is,

  67 lines
• Sketch Of A Political Character

  There is a race of men, who master life,
  Their victory being inversely as their strife;

  41 lines
• Wordsworth's Grave

  The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
    Beneath its shadow high-born Rotha flows;

  253 lines
• Mensis Lacrimarum

  March, that comes roaring, maned, with rampant paws,
        And bleatingly withdraws;

  9 lines
• Ireland

  In the wild and lurid desert, in the thunder-travelled ways,
  'Neath the night that ever hurries to the dawn that still delays,

  7 lines
• To James Bromley With "Wordsworth's Grave"

  Ere vandal lords with lust of gold accurst
    Deface each hallowed hillside we revere--

  34 lines
• Shelley's Centenary

  Within a narrow span of time,
  Three princes of the realm of rhyme,

  124 lines
• Lachrymæ Musarum

  Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head:
  The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er:

  137 lines
• Love Outloved

  I    Love cometh and love goeth,
        And he is wise who knoweth

  64 lines
• The Soudanese

  They wrong'd not us, nor sought 'gainst us to wage
  The bitter battle. On their God they cried

  275 lines
• Lines To Our New Censor

  [Mr. Oscar Wilde, having discovered that England is unworthy of him, has announced his resolve to become a naturalised Frenchman.]
  A

  25 lines
• Reluctant Summer

  Reluctant Summer! once, a maid
    Full easy of access,

  16 lines
• The Man Who Saw

  The master weavers at the enchanted loom
  Of Legend, weaving long ago those tales

  109 lines
• Three Eternities

  Lo, thou and I, my love,
  And the sad stars above,--

  27 lines
• Dedication Of "The Dream Of Man" To London, My Hostess

  City that waitest to be sung,--
    For whom no hand

  63 lines
• Art Maxims

  Often ornateness
  Goes with greatness;

  18 lines
• An Epistle: (To N.A.)

  So, into Cornwall you go down,
  And leave me loitering here in town.

  88 lines
• Epigrams

  'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
    A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;

  387 lines
• To Austin Dobson

  Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns
  An empire based on London stones;

  16 lines
• Our Men

  Our men, they are our stronghold,
      Our bastioned wall unscaled,

  47 lines
• At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton

  Not here, O teeming City, was it meet
    Thy lover, thy most faithful, should repose,

  13 lines
• The Man Forsworn

  Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?
      Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,

  89 lines
• The Raven's Shadow

  Seabird, elemental sprite,
  Moulded of the sun and spray--

  54 lines
• England To Ireland

  Spouse whom my sword in the olden time won me,
    Winning me hatred more sharp than a sword--

  43 lines
• The Battle of the Bight

  Had I the fabled herb
      That brought to life the dead,

  34 lines

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