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His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
William Watson
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William Watson
Age: 77 †
Born: 1858
Born: August 2
Died: 1935
Died: August 11
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Newark
Nottinghamshire
Sir William Watson
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God, eldest of Poets.
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Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
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