The Poems of William Watson by William Watson
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And snare him into greatness for an hour!
ART MAXIMS Often ornateness Goes with greatness; Oftener felicity Comes of simplicity. Talent that's cheapest Affects singularity. Thoughts that dive deepest Rise radiant in clarity. Life is rough: Sing smoothly, O Bard. Enough, enough, To have _found_ life hard. No record Art keeps Of her travail and throes. There is toil on the steeps,-- On the summits, repose. THE GLIMPSE |
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