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 ...
'Tis an old dial, dark with many a stain; In summer crowned with drifting orchard bloom,Tricked in the autumn with the ...
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,Later or soon, the message of his might;Princes and potentates their heads must ...
Charles,-for it seems you wish to know,- You wonder what could scare me so, And why, in this long-locked bureau, ...
DEAR COSMOPOLITAN,-I know I should address you a Rondeau, Or else announce what I 've to say At least en ...
"A new Review!" You make me tremble(Though as to that, I can dissembleTill I hear more). But is it "new"?And ...
THE LADIES of St. James's Go swinging to the play; Their footmen run before them, With a "Stand by! Clear ...
YES; when the ways oppose- When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows,- More potent far the spell. O ...
Bards of the Future! you that come With striding march, and roll of drum, What will your newest challenge be To our prose-bound ...
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you playedIs nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr;That the ballad ...
WITH breath of thyme and bees that hum, Across the years you seem to come,- Across the years with nymph-like ...
An Epilogue To Any Book"FINIS at last--the end, the End, the END!No more of paragraphs to prune or mend;No more ...
King Philip had vaunted his claims; He had sworn for a year he would sack us; With an army of heathenish names He ...
F. OF H. I want a verse. It gives you little pains;--You just sit down, and draw upon your brains.Come, ...
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 ...
Look at his pretty face for just one minute !His braided frock and dainty buttoned shoes,His firm-shut hand, the favorite ...
The Printer's is a happy lot:Alone of all professions,No fateful smudges ever blotHis earliest "impressions."The outgrowth of his youthful kenNo ...
(TERCENTENARY, 1608-1908)What need of votive VerseTo strew thy _Laureat Herse_With that mix'd _Flora_ of th' _Aonian Hill_?Or _Mincian_ vocall Reed,That ...
Here is this leafy placeQuiet he lies,Cold, with his sightless faceTurn'd to the skies:"Tis but another dead:All you can say ...
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker,Help me sing of Knickerbocker!Boughton, had you bid me chantHymns to Peter Stuyvesant,Had you bid ...
I see him come from far,And, sick with hopelessness,Invoke some kindly star,—I see him come, no less.Is there no sure ...
Come live with me and be my Dear;And till that happy bond shall lapse,I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,Your praises ...
Melek the sultan, tired and wan,Nodded at noon on the divan.Beside the fountain lingered nearJamil the bard, and the vizier ...
OUT from the City's dust and roar, You wandered through the open door; Paused at a plaything pail and spade ...
O SINGER of the field and fold, Theocritus! Pan's pipe was thine,- Thine was the happier Age of Gold. For thee the scent ...
To One who asked why he wrote it.You ask me what was his intent?In truth, I'm not a German;'Tis plain ...
When Spring comes laughingBy vale and hill,By wind-flower walkingAnd daffodil,—Sing stars of morning,Sing morning skies,Sing blue of speedwell,—And my Love's ...
HERE in this sequester'd closeBloom the hyacinth and rose,Here beside the modest stockFlaunts the flaring hollyhock;Here, without a pang, one ...
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