Henry Austin Dobson

(18 January 1840 – 2 September 1921 / Plymouth)

Fame Is A Food That Dead Men Eat - Poem by Henry Austin Dobson

Fame is a food that dead men eat,-
I have no stomach for such meat.
In little light and narrow room,
They eat it in the silent tomb,
With no kind voice of comrade near
To bid the banquet be of cheer.

But Friendship is a nobler thing,-
Of Friendship it is good to sing.
For truly, when a man shall end,
He lives in memory of his friend,
Who doth his better part recall,
And of his faults make funeral.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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