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Prologue To Abbey's 'quiet Life' Prologue To Abbey's "quiet Life"

Prologue To Abbey's 'quiet Life'
Even as one in city pent, Dazed with the stir and din of town, Drums on the pane in discontent, And sees the dreary rain come down, Yet, through the dimmed and dripping glass, Beholds, in fancy, visions pass, Of Spring that breaks with all her leaves, Of birds that build in thatch and eaves, Of woodlands where the throstle calls, Of girls that gather cowslip balls,... Poems - Post by : Tony_Seruga - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 3395

Prologue To Abbey's Edition Of 'she Stoops To Conquer' Prologue To Abbey's Edition Of "she Stoops To Conquer"

Prologue To Abbey's Edition Of 'she Stoops To Conquer'
In the year Seventeen Hundred and Seventy and Three, When the GEORGES were ruling o'er Britain the free, There was played a new play, on a new-fashioned plan, By the GOLDSMITH who brought out the Good-Natur'd Man. New-fashioned, in truth--for this play, it appears, Dealt largely in laughter, and nothing in tears, While the type of those days, as the learned will tell ye, Was the CUMBERLAND whine or the whimper of KELLY. So the Critics pooh-poohed,... Poems - Post by : 53138 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 3212

'sat Est Scripsisse' "sat Est Scripsisse"

'sat Est Scripsisse'
(TO E. G., WITH A COLLECTION OF ESSAYS.) When You and I have wandered beyond the reach of call, And all our Works immortal lie scattered on the Stall, It may be some new Reader, in that remoter age, Will find the present volume and listless turn the page. For him I speak these verses. And, Sir (I say to him), This Book you see before you,--this masterpiece of Whim Of Wisdom, Learning, Fancy (if you will, please, attend),--... Poems - Post by : Danamo - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2585

To A Pastoral Poet To A Pastoral Poet

To A Pastoral Poet
(H. E. B.) Among my best I put your Book, O Poet of the breeze and brook! (That breeze and brook which blows and falls More soft to those in city walls) Among my best: and keep it still Till down the fair grass-girdled hill, Where slopes my garden-slip, there goes The wandering wind that wakes the rose, And scares the cohort that explore The broad-faced sun-flower o'er and o'er,... Poems - Post by : erikhj - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2302

For The Avery 'knickerbocker' For The Avery "knickerbocker"

For The Avery 'knickerbocker'
(WITH ORIGINAL DRAWINGS BY G. H. BOUGHTON.) Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knickerbocker! BOUGHTON, had you bid me chant Hymns to Peter Stuyvesant! Had you bid me sing of Wouter, (He! the Onion-head! the Doubter!) But to rhyme of this one,--Mocker! Who shall rhyme to Knickerbocker? Nay, but where my hand must fail There the more shall yours avail; You shall take your... Poems - Post by : lindanut - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1122

With A Volume Of Verse With A Volume Of Verse

With A Volume Of Verse
About the ending of the Ramadan, When leanest grows the famished Mussulman, A haggard ne'er-do-well, Mahmoud by name, At the tenth hour to Caliph OMAR came. "Lord of the Faithful (quoth he), at the last The long moon waneth, and men cease to fast; Hard then, O hard! the lot of him must be, Who spares to eat ... but not for piety!" "Hast thou no calling, Friend?"--the Caliph said. "Sir, I make verses... Poems - Post by : jtl10023 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 941

For A Copy Of Herrick For A Copy Of Herrick

For A Copy Of Herrick
Many days have come and gone, Many suns have set and shone, HERRICK, since thou sang'st of Wake, Morris-dance and Barley-break;-- Many men have ceased from care, Many maidens have been fair, Since thou sang'st of JULIA'S eyes, JULIA'S lawns and tiffanies;-- Many things are past: but thou, GOLDEN-MOUTH, art singing now, Singing clearly as of old, And thy numbers are of gold!(The end)Austin Dobson's poem: For A... Poems - Post by : Charlie_Pilgrim - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 3041

To His Book To His Book

To His Book
(HOR. EP. I., 20.) For mart and street you seem to pine With restless glances, Book of mine! Still craving on some stall to stand, Fresh pumiced from the binder's hand. You chafe at locks, and burn to quit Your modest haunt and audience fit For hearers less discriminate. I reared you up for no such fate. Still, if you must be published, go; But mind, you can't come back, you... Poems - Post by : doncornett - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2500

To Phidyle To Phidyle

To Phidyle
(HOR. III., 23.) Incense, and flesh of swine, and this year's grain, At the new moon, with suppliant hands, bestow, O rustic Phidyle! So naught shall know Thy crops of blight, thy vine of Afric bane, And hale the nurslings of thy flock remain Through the sick apple-tide. Fit victims grow 'Twixt holm and oak upon the Algid snow, Or Alban grass, that with their necks must stain The Pontiff's axe: to thee can... Poems - Post by : jonataa3rsdo1n - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1720

The Nameless Charm The Nameless Charm

The Nameless Charm
(Expanded from an Epigram of Piron.) Stella, 'tis not your dainty head, Your artless look, I own; 'Tis not your dear coquettish tread, Or this, or that, alone; Nor is it all your gifts combined; 'Tis something in your face,-- The untranslated, undefined, Uncertainty of grace, That taught the Boy on Ida's hill To whom the meed was due;... Poems - Post by : payout - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2119

Of His Mistress Of His Mistress

Of His Mistress
(After Anthony Hamilton.) To G. S. She that I love is neither brown nor fair, And, in a word her worth to say, There is no maid that with her may Compare. Yet of her charms the count is clear, I ween: There are five hundred things we see, And then five hundred too there be,... Poems - Post by : creatingcash - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2704

A Love-song A Love-song

A Love-song
(XVIII. CENT.) When first in CELIA'S ear I poured A yet unpractised pray'r, My trembling tongue sincere ignored The aids of "sweet" and "fair." I only said, as in me lay, I'd strive her "worth" to reach; She frowned, and turned her eyes away,-- So much for truth in speech. Then DELIA came. I changed my plan; I praised her to... Poems - Post by : svein128 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1030

A New Song Of The Spring Gardens A New Song Of The Spring Gardens

A New Song Of The Spring Gardens
To the Burden of "Rogues All." Come hither ye gallants, come hither ye maids, To the trim gravelled walks, to the shady arcades; Come hither, come hither, the nightingales call;-- Sing Tantarara,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Come hither, ye cits, from your Lothbury hives! Come hither, ye husbands, and look to your wives! For the sparks are as thick as the leaves in the Mall;-- Sing Tantarara,--Vauxhall! Vauxhall! Here the 'prentice from Aldgate may ogle a Toast!... Poems - Post by : askjan - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1446

An April Pastoral An April Pastoral

An April Pastoral
He. Whither away, fair Neat-herdess? She. Shepherd, I go to tend my kine. He. Stay thou, and watch this flock of mine. She. With thee? Nay, that were idleness. He. Thy kine will pasture none the less. She. Not so: they wait me and my sign. He. I'll pipe to thee beneath the pine. She. Thy pipe will soothe not their distress. He. Dost thou not hear beside the spring... Poems - Post by : Talbert - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1393

The Maltworm's Madrigal The Maltworm's Madrigal

The Maltworm's Madrigal
I drink of the Ale of Southwark, I drink of the Ale of Chepe; At noon I dream on the settle; at night I cannot sleep; For my love, my love it groweth; I waste me all the day; And when I see sweet Alison, I know not what to say. The sparrow when he spieth his Dear upon the tree, He beateth-to his little wing; he chirketh lustily; But when I see sweet Alison, the words begin to fail;... Poems - Post by : sbreau - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 3252

Growing Gray Growing Gray

Growing Gray
"On a l'age de son coeur."--A. d'Houdetot. A little more toward the light;-- Me miserable! Here's one that's white; And one that's turning; Adieu to song and "salad days;" My Muse, let's go at once to Jay's, And order mourning. We must reform our rhymes, my Dear,-- Renounce the gay for the severe,-- Be grave, not... Poems - Post by : datkison - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 3165

A Sonnet In Dialogue A Sonnet In Dialogue

A Sonnet In Dialogue
FRANK (on the Lawn). Come to the Terrace, May,--the sun is low. MAY (in the House). Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead. FRANK. There are two peaches by the strawberry bed. MAY. They will be riper if we let them grow. FRANK. Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know. MAY. Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead. FRANK. But surely,... Poems - Post by : 24HourCash - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 833

In Town In Town

In Town
"The blue fly sung in the pane."--Tennyson. Toiling in Town now is "horrid," (There is that woman again!)-- June in the zenith is torrid, Thought gets dry in the brain. There is that woman again: "Strawberries! fourpence a pottle!" Thought gets dry in the brain; Ink gets dry in the bottle. "Strawberries! fourpence a pottle!" Oh for the green of a... Poems - Post by : Mack_the_Knife - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 2586

Daisy's Valentines Daisy's Valentines

Daisy's Valentines
All night through Daisy's sleep, it seems, Have ceaseless "rat-tats" thundered; All night through Daisy's rosy dreams Have devious Postmen blundered, Delivering letters round her bed,-- Mysterious missives, sealed with red, And franked of course with due Queen's-head,-- While Daisy lay and wondered. But now, when chirping birds begin, And Day puts off the Quaker,-- When Cook renews her morning din,... Poems - Post by : Olu_Joseph - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1687

The Screen In The Lumber Room The Screen In The Lumber Room

The Screen In The Lumber Room
Yes, here it is, behind the box, That puzzle wrought so neatly-- That paradise of paradox-- We once knew so completely; You see it? 'Tis the same, I swear, Which stood, that chill September, Beside your aunt Lavinia's chair The year when ... You remember? Look, Laura, look! You must recall This florid "Fairy's Bower," This wonderful Swiss waterfall,... Poems - Post by : monaz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Austin Dobson - Read : 1228