Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
John Bohun Martin
... Death yawned: with a mere step he might have stept ...
Mentana
... 'Mentana!' Hark the bells thunder, hark the trumpets blow ...
On Receiving A Book From "X.H."
... More than the gloom of Night: ere thou couldst see ...
The Young Man's Song
... Who comes, who comes, o'er mountains laid, ...
Return!
... Its last of lingering life to light thy late return, ...
Alone
... Once more there came softly that small wind from the sea, ...
Perhaps
... Round hours; great days, as if two days should press ...
To 1862
... Smiles, birds and blooms betray the heart of conscious Pow'rs ...
Austrian Alliance
... Vampyre! we wrench thee from the breathing throat ...
Wind
... On the wold, the wold, the wold! ...
Liberty To M. Le Diplomate
... But lo, the unfettered soul immortal and divine! ...
Lord Robert
... Thou shalt learn how slaves from their wormy graves ...
On A Recently Finished Statue
... White with the fragrant flow'r, inclines to fall ...
The Harps of Heaven
... And, like an odorous luminous mist, doth leap the eternal walls, ...
For Charity's Sake
... In dust and thunder, and cheer, boys, cheer, ...
