Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Warning
... Its rudeness, yet it gains but while he spends, ...
To An American Embassy
... Paints, carves, or sings the whole, is still possest ...
Lady Constance
... Come to dance the night away till the bugle blows "au rang," ...
Czar Nicholas
... Lay him low! Aye, low as for our priceless English dead ...
Esse Et Posse
... I stand Among the mourners of a mourning land ...
America
... Meanwhile our Shakspeare wanders past and dreams ...
To James H.
... Than henceforth should be thine, oh, unknown youth, ...
Farewell
... Wheel lessening out of sight, and swoop again as one! ...
The Magyar's New-Year-Eve
... What then? Less than both hands at once what Freeman gives ...
The Convalescent To Her Physician
... Renders its griefs to Heaven, which fall in rains ...
How's My Boy?
... I might as well have asked some landsman ...
Samuel Brown
... With eye still strained to the forbidden day, ...
Love: To A Little Girl
... Over the shadowy meadowy season, up and down from coast to coast, ...
The Widow's Lullaby
... Whisht whisht o' thy wailing, whisht thee, boy Willie!' ...
L'Avenir
... O'er shifting plains, till, in their last excess, ...
