Poems by Henry Austin Dobson
The Rondeau
... These Gallic bonds, I feared, would fright ...
To A Greek Girl
... You bring blithe airs whereer you tread, &emsp ...
With Pipe And Flute
... Ah! would,ah! would, a little span, &emsp ...
A Song Of The Greenaway Child
... So we strolled to the field where the cowslips grow, ...
A Welcome From The "Johnson Club"
... My plan Is less to laud the Matter than the Man ...
Rose Leaves
... And it turned to a Sonnet ...
