A Dead Letter (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
I DREW it from its china tomb;- It came out feebly scented With some thin ghost of past perfume That ...
IThe glittering leaves of the rhododendronsBalance and vibrate in the cool air;While in the sky above themWhite clouds chase each ...
IAh, who will tell me, in these leaden days,Why the sweet Spring delays,And where she hides,-the dear desire Of every heart ...
Where shall be found the niche unfill'd,—A spot unclaim'd, a field untill'd?Who may secure a vacant spaceFairly to run and ...
(To F. H.)In pale green twilight lands Under the seaHer rainbow palace stands, Irised and opaline; Agate and almondine,Corals and pearly shellsSwept from ...
No personal; a God divinely crowned With gold and raised upon a golden throne Deep in a golden glory, whence he nods Man ...
The fragrant dewy rose, The lily pure and pale,Each flower the garden shows, To charm my spirit fail;Their beauties I admire, Their fragrance ...
Rainy rush of bird-songApple-blossom smokeThin bells water-falling soundWind-rust on the silver pondFurry starring willow wandWan new grasses waking roundBlue bird ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,Two lovers blow together like music blowing:And the crowd dissolves about them ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
All Gods are dead, even the great God PanIs dead at length; the lone inhabitantOf my ever-dwindling Pantheon. Pan! Pan!With ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
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