Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Desolate
... Nor me.' So singeth Robin on the willow tree, ...
Love And Beauty: III: To A Fair Woman, Unsatisfied With Woman's Work
... and if in All worlds Love, Love, as song and text allege, ...
Snowdrops
... Like the tiniest ray of tiniest starlight ...
Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea
... The Father comes back to his child and the son comes back to his Mother, ...
When The Rain Is On The Roof
... Well I know That the strong skein and tangle of our life ...
The Market-Wife's Song
... Guid Heavens! the Russian host! We maun e'en gie up for lost! ...
The Captain's Wife
... And doth not burn, nor rage, nor leap, nor dart ...
Crazed
... Wheresoe'er There mourns a hen-bird that hath lost her mate ...
Sister to Sister
... For, givest thou much or little, worst or best, ...
Laus Deo
... lay.' 'Seven long days and seven long nights,' the hoary Steward said ...
I: In A Great House By The Sea I Sat
... When again My soul looked forth I ponder'd not the main ...
Sleeping And Waking
... 'Rise, oh my love, the morning sun is bright, ...
Tommy's Dead
... There's something wrong i' the cup, boys, ...
To The Authoress Of "Aurora Leigh"
... His voice, (a king's words writ out by the queen,) ...
The Ghost's Return
... Fra the hour they gaed that day, oh the glen was fu' o' wae, ...
