Sydney Thompson Dobell

(1824-1874 / England)

Sydney Thompson Dobell Poems

81. Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea 4/12/2010
82. On Reading A Dictacted Letter 4/12/2010
83. Home In War-Time 1/1/2004
84. The Mother's Lesson 4/12/2010
85. The Common Grave 4/12/2010
86. Wind 4/12/2010
87. A Chanted Calendar 1/1/2004
88. Love And Beauty: Iii: To A Fair Woman, Unsatisfied With Woman's Work 4/12/2010
89. Farewell 4/12/2010
90. Dedicatory 4/12/2010
91. A Health To The Queen 4/12/2010
92. A Shower In War-Time 4/12/2010
93. Crazed 4/12/2010
94. To 1862 4/12/2010
95. Lord Robert 4/12/2010
96. Deprecating A Gift 4/12/2010
97. A Musing On A Victory 4/12/2010
98. Daft Jean 4/12/2010
99. Mentana 4/12/2010
100. An Evening Dream 4/12/2010
101. Love: To A Little Girl 4/12/2010
102. Austrian Alliance 4/12/2010
103. She Touches A Sad String Of Soft Recall 4/12/2010
104. A Nupial Eve (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
105. A Hero's Grave 4/12/2010
106. Dead-Maid's-Pool 4/12/2010
107. Ballad 4/12/2010
108. At The Grave Of A Spanish Friend 4/12/2010
109. Bayonet Song 4/12/2010
110. Czar Nicholas 4/12/2010
111. Alone 4/12/2010
112. Cavalry Charge At Balaclava 4/12/2010
113. A Statesman 4/12/2010
114. Afloat And Ashore 4/12/2010
115. Tommy's Dead 1/1/2004
116. Childless 4/12/2010
117. An Autumn Mood 4/12/2010
118. America 1/1/2004
119. Dante, Shakespeare, Milton - From 1/1/2004

Comments about Sydney Thompson Dobell

  • john 5 characters (4/19/2020 7:02:00 PM)

    I believe these poems are about deep space.

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Childless

The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
As if he had gone back into the same
Bosom that bare him. Oh, thou grey pale Dame,
With eyes so wan and wide, what! knowest thou where
Thy Dream is such a thing as doth up-bear
The earth out of its wormy place? I' the air
Dost see the very fashion of the stone
That hath his face for clay? Deep, deep, hast found
The texture of that single weight of ground
Which to each mole and mark that thou hast known
Is special burden? Nay, her face is mild
And sweet. In Heaven the ...

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America

NOR force nor fraud shall sunder us! O ye
Who north or south, on east or western land,
Native to noble sounds, say truth for truth,
Freedom for freedom, love for love, and God
For God; O ye who in eternal youth
Speak with a living and creative flood
This universal English, and do stand
Its breathing book; live worthy of that grand
Heroic utterance—parted, yet a whole,

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