The Poems of William Watson eBook

William Watson, Baron Watson
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 136 pages of information about The Poems of William Watson.

The Poems of William Watson eBook

William Watson, Baron Watson
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 136 pages of information about The Poems of William Watson.

The thousand painful steps at last are trod,
  At last the temple’s difficult door we win;
But perfect on his pedestal, the god
  Freezes us hopeless when we enter in.

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KEATS

He dwelt with the bright gods of elder time,
  On earth and in their cloudy haunts above. 
He loved them:  and in recompense sublime,
  The gods, alas! gave him their fatal love.

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AFTER READING “TAMBURLAINE THE GREAT”

Your Marlowe’s page I close, my Shakspere’s ope. 
  How welcome—­after gong and cymbal’s din—­
The continuity, the long slow slope
  And vast curves of the gradual violin!

* * * * *

SHELLEY AND HARRIET WESTBROOK

A star look’d down from heaven and loved a flower Grown in earth’s garden—­loved it for an hour: 

Let eyes that trace his orbit in the spheres Refuse not, to a ruin’d rosebud, tears.

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THE PLAY OF “KING LEAR”

Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies;
  Deep drown’d are both in the same sunless pool. 
Up from its depths that mirror thundering skies
  Bubbles the wan mirth of the mirthless Fool.

* * * *

TO A POET

Time, the extortioner, from richest beauty Takes heavy toll and wrings rapacious duty.  Austere of feature if thou carve thy rhyme, Perchance ’twill pay the lesser tax to Time.

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THE YEAR’S MINSTRELSY

Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song: 
  Summer, a music without hint of death: 
Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long: 
  Winter, a pause;—­the Minstrel-Year takes breath.

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THE RUINED ABBEY

Flower fondled, clasp’d in ivy’s close caress,
  It seems allied with Nature, yet apart:—­
Of wood’s and wave’s insensate loveliness
  The glad, sad, tranquil, passionate, human heart.

* * * * *

MICHELANGELO’S “MOSES”

The captain’s might, and mystery of the seer—­
  Remoteness of Jehovah’s colloquist,
Nearness of man’s heaven-advocate—­are here: 
  Alone Mount Nebo’s harsh foreshadow is miss’d.

* * * * *

THE ALPS

Adieu, white brows of Europe! sovereign brows,
  That wear the sunset for a golden tiar. 
With me in memory shall your phantoms house
  For ever, whiter than yourselves, and higher.

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