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William Watson
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Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
William Watson,
#Song
Yes, threadbare seem his songs, to lettered ken - they were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
William Watson,
#Songs
#Men
We hold our hate too choice a thing, for light and careless lavishing.
William Watson,
#Light
#Choice
#Hate
The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.
William Watson,
#Discontent
#Liberal
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
William Watson,
#Children
#Hate
#Mistrust
#Blindness
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.
William Watson,
#Will
#Past
#Respect
#Future