Sir William Watson
An Epitaph
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foes—
Cats—I believe he did but feign to hate.
My hand will miss the insinuated nose,
Mine eyes the tail that wagg’d contempt at Fate.
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| By the same poet |
| An Epitaph |
| Wordsworth’s Grave |
| Lacrimae Musarum |
| The Ballad of Semmerwater |
| Our Men |
| The Prince’s Quest |
| Vita Nuova |
| April |
| World Strangeness |
| Estrangement |
| Changed Voices |
| England and Her Colonies |
| Ireland |
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