Quotes by William Watson

William Watson

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.

Dream

Gleam

Lips

Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.

Honor

Thee

Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.

Arrogant

Brass

Reeds

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

Children

Hate

Hatred

On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne’er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.

Guests

Host

Rooms

Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.

Believe

Past

Respect

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

Feet

Weary

Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

Heart

Men

Song

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Quotes by William Watson

William Watson

A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.

Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.

Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

On from room to room I stray,Yet mine Host can ne’er espy,And I know not to this day,Whether guest or captive I.

Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.

Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.

Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

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