English - Poet | January 18, 1840 - September 2, 1921
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
Henry Austin Dobson
TimeYouGoSayGoesAlas
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
YellowFlowersSympathyDustBeen
I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
PoetrySonnetTurnedIntendedOde
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
BlessingNightLookLovelyDelight
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
LoveGoSeeOnlyUnseen
Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.
NothingMoreOldThingsSteamFold
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