Henry Austin Dobson
Henry Austin Dobson
Henry Austin Dobson, commonly Austin Dobson, was an English poet and essayist...
beauty eye white
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,-- It wavers to a rose.
eye men artist
He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand
angel men wings
In merest prudence men should teach . . . That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings-- E'en Angel's wings!--are fictions.
men meat fame
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
school rose coquetry
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show her new collar; In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar!
dance couple play
O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance, "Shall we twirl down the middle?" O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle!
unseen seen-and-unseen
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
running race peaches
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!
strong book wine
Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;- All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace that Time makes strong, All these I prize, but (entre nous) Old friends are best!
art coins lasts
All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.
life time passing-by
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.