Poems by Henry Austin Dobson
Fame Is A Food That Dead Men Eat
... But Friendship is a nobler thing,- ...
A Kiss
... But the pleasure gives way ...
On A Nankin Plate
... She passed, though I cried to her 'Wait' - ...
On A Fan
... Here was the sign and the cue, &emsp ...
Before Sedan
... Ah ! If the hearts that bled ...
The Cradle
... How longingly she d hung on it! &emsp ...
A Miltonic Exercise
... or view Strange-streamer'd Craft from _Javan_ or _Gadire_! ...
The Paradox Of Time
... -ah no! Once, when my voice was strong, ...
A Pleasant Invective Against Printing
... Mere derelict of Ourselves, and helpless freight! ...
On The Hurry Of This Time
... - They meted out both blame and praise &emsp ...
The Passionate Printer To His Love
... " Your Cheek seems "Ready for the Press" ...
The Sun-Dial
... * * The shade crept forward through the dying glow ...
A Familiar Epistle
... Its Rakes and Fools, its Rogues and Sots ...
"When Burbadge Played"
... Hope, Anger, Fear, Delight, and Doubt &emsp ...
The Dance Of Death
... ENVOY Youth, for whose ear and monishing of late, ...
