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. To A Greek Girl 4/14/2010
46. To Richard Watson Gilder 4/14/2010
47. Urceus Exit 1/4/2003
48. When Burbadge Played 4/14/2010
49. When There Is Peace 1/18/2012
50. When This Old World Was New 4/14/2010
51. 'With Pipe And Flute' 1/18/2012
52. 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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A Garden Song

HERE in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees
Ranks, conditions, and degrees.

All the seasons run their race
In this quiet resting-place;

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