Henry Austin Dobson

(18 January 1840 – 2 September 1921 / Plymouth)

Henry Austin Dobson Poems

41. The Paradox Of Time 4/14/2010
42. The Passionate Printer To His Love 4/14/2010
43. The Rondeau 4/14/2010
44. The Sun-Dial 1/18/2012
45. The Wanderer 11/5/2015
46. To A Greek Girl 4/14/2010
47. To Richard Watson Gilder 4/14/2010
48. Urceus Exit 1/4/2003
49. When Burbadge Played 4/14/2010
50. When There Is Peace 1/18/2012
51. When This Old World Was New 4/14/2010
52. 'With Pipe And Flute' 1/18/2012
53. You Bid Me Try 4/14/2010
Best Poem of Henry Austin Dobson


Just for a space I met her –
Just for a day in the train!
It began when she feared it would wet her,
That tiniest spurtle of rain:
So we tucked a great rug in the sashes,
And carefully padded the pane;
And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes,
Longing to do it again!

Then it grew when she begged me to reach her
A dressing-case under the seat;
She was “really so tiny a creature,
That she needed a stool for her feet.! ”
Which was promptly arranged to her order
With a care that was even minute,
And a glimpse – of an open- worked ...

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The Wanderer

Love comes back to his vacant dwelling,—
The old, old Love that we knew of yore!
We see him stand by the open door,
With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling.

He makes as though in our arms repelling,
He fain would lie as he lay before;—
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling,
The old, old Love that we knew of yore!

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