Poems by Henry Austin Dobson
A Rondeau to Ethel
... But could I love you more, or less, &emsp ...
A Garden Song
... Now that mood and moment please,- ...
When There Is Peace
... The truth that none can buy or sell&emsp ...
"You Bid Me Try"
... Now just a pair to end in "oo" - When maids command, what can't we do ...
On The Future Of Poetry
... With striding march, and roll of drum, ...
"When This Old World Was New"
... they knew No pang of Love decay'd: ...
The Ladies Of St. Jamess
... With a Stand by! Clear the way! &emsp ...
My Little Boy That Died
... Slips through strange sicknesses, all fear disarming, And lives a long, long life in parents' sight ...
O Fons Bandusae
... With swelled and sprouting brows for sign, &emsp ...
A Gage DAmour
... One cant disturb the dust of years, &emsp ...
Ars Victrix
... Painter, that still must mix &emsp ...
In After Days
... Though ill or well the world adjust ...
The Forgotten Grave
... How strange! The very grasses growth &emsp ...
An Epistle To An Editor
... --a place Where the accus'd can plead his case, ...
A Song Of The Four Seasons
... Then sing glad meeting,- ...
