|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sir William Watson. (18581935)|
| Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness|
| England to Ireland.|
| Best they honor thee|
Who honor in thee only what is best.
| The true Patriotism.|
| And though circuitous and obscure|
The feet of Nemesis how sure!
| Europe at the Play.|
| Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.|
| Hymn to the Sea. Part iii. 8.|
| Deemest thou labor|
Only is earnest?
Grave is all beauty,
Solemn is joy.
| England my Mother. Part iv.|
| Empires dissolve and peoples disappear,|
Song passes not away.
| Lacrymae Musarum.|
| In this world with starry dome,|
Floored with gemlike plains and seas,
Shall I never feel at home,
Never wholly be at ease?
| On from room to room I stray,|
Yet mine Host can neer espy,
And I know not to this day,
Whether guest or captive I.