The Dance Of Death (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,Later or soon, the message of his might;Princes and potentates their heads must ...
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,Later or soon, the message of his might;Princes and potentates their heads must ...
"A new Review!" You make me tremble(Though as to that, I can dissembleTill I hear more). But is it "new"?And ...
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you playedIs nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr;That the ballad ...
To William John Courthope, _March 12, 1903_When Pope came back from Trojan wars once more,He found a Bard, to meet ...
CHICKEN-SKIN, delicate, white, Painted by Carlo Vanloo, Loves in a riot of light, Roses and vaporous blue; Hark to the ...
Time goes, you say? Ah no!Alas, Time stays, we go;Or else, were this not so,What need to chain the hours,For ...
The Printer's is a happy lot:Alone of all professions,No fateful smudges ever blotHis earliest "impressions."The outgrowth of his youthful kenNo ...
I see him come from far,And, sick with hopelessness,Invoke some kindly star,—I see him come, no less.Is there no sure ...
O BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear, Worthy of wreath and cup sincere, To-morrow shall a kid be thine With ...
WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan Of old made music sweet for man; And wonder hushed the warbling bird, ...
Fame is a food that dead men eat,—I have no stomach for such meat.In little light and narrow room,They eat ...
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