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William Watson Poems

  • A Song Of Three Singers
    I

    Wave and wind and willow-tree
    Speak a speech that no man knoweth; ...
  • Lines In A Flyleaf Of 'christabel'
    Inhospitably hast thou entertained,
    O Poet, us the bidden to thy board,
    Whom in mid-feast, and while our thousand mouths
    Are one laudation of the festal cheer, ...
  • Vanishings
    As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day
    Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea,
    Turning his face to eastward suddenly
    Sees a lack-lustre world all chill and gray,- ...
  • The Princes' Quest - Part The First
    There was a time, it passeth me to say
    How long ago, but sure 'twas many a day
    Before the world had gotten her such store
    Of foolish wisdom as she hath,-before ...
  • Lachrymæ Musarum
    Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head:
    The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er:
    Carry the last great bard to his last bed.
    Land that he loved, thy noblest voice is mute. ...
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  • Rmhurley3: excellent article by a william watson in the national post.”if i were the finance minister”. this is a thoughtful path forward rather than what i expect we will see on monday.
  • 2021ccmbc: we’re not building back anything, neither better, right, greener nor fairer. there’s nothing to build back.
  • Darreljorstad: sadly, this won't happen - william watson: if i were finance minister ...
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  • Johnndavis: 20210415: william watson: if i were finance minister ... ["in my budget, we’re not building back anything, neither better, right, greener nor fairer. there’s nothing to build back"
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem
Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.)
 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose
ad vocem tanti senis
,
Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
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