Collected Poems

Austin Dobson

K. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1907 - 568 psl.

Turinys

• A Dead Letter: 3
• A Gentleman of the Old School: 9
• The Ballad of Beau Brocade: 19
• Une Marquise: 29
• Prologue: 47
• The Metamorphosis: 53
• The Cap that Fits: 59
• GoodNight Babette: 67
• The Drama of the Doctors Window: 75
• An Autumn Idyll: 83
• A Garden Idyll: 90
• A Dialogue from Plato: 97
• Dorothy: 104
• The LoveLetter: 110
• A Virtuoso: 116
• To Lydia Languish: 124
• Cupids Alley: 130
• The Sundial: 140
• The ChildMusician: 146
• A Song of the Four Seasons: 161
• The Death of Procris: 167
• A Case of Cameos: 175
• A Flower Song of Angiola: 182
• André le Chapelain: 189
• Palomydes: 196
• In the Belfry: 203
• The Ladies of St Jamess: 209
• To an Intrusive Butterfly: 215
• Two Sermons: 222
• The Carver and the Caliph: 230
• At the Convent Gate: 238
• An Eastern Apologue: 245
• Household: 279
• +The Collector to his Library: 286
• Don Quixote: 292
• The Lost Elixir: 298
• A Dialogue Alexander Pope: 309
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: 316
• The Virgin with the Bells: 347
• Samuel: 360
• The WaterCure: 367
• +A City Flower: 381
• Dora versus Rose: 387
• Outward Bound: 394
• The Last Despatch: 402
• The Screen in the Lumber Room: 408
• A Sonnet in Dialogue: 414
• The Maltworms Madrigal: 421
• Of his Mistress: 427
• For a Copy of Herrick: 433
• VARIA continued: 437
• +Dedication of The Story of Rosina: 453
• ESSAYS IN OLD FRENCH FORMS: 459
• Vitas Hinnuleo: 465
• To Daffodils: 471
• To Ethel: 477
• A Madrigal: 512
• Verses written for the Menu of the Omar: 519
• The Ballad of the Bore: 526
• To the Same: 532
• To the late H C Bunner: 538
• NOTES: 547
• 313: 561
• 427: 564
• 445: 565

Populiarios ištraukos

562 psl. - Why, Dr. Johnson, this is not so easy as you seem to think; for if you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like WHALES.

9 psl. - HE lived in that past Georgian day, When men were less inclined to say That ' Time is Gold,' and overlay With toil their pleasure ; He held some land, and dwelt thereon, — Where, I forget, — the house is gone ; His Christian name, I think, was John, — His surname, Leisure. Reynolds has painted him, — a face Filled with a fine, old-fashioned grace, Fresh-coloured, frank, with ne'er a trace Of trouble shaded ; The eyes are blue, the hair is drest In plainest way, — one hand is prest Deep...

217 psl. - Cure down the street Comes with his kind old face — With his coat worn bare, and his straggling hair, And his green umbrella-case. You may see him pass by the little "Grande Place," And the tiny

149 psl. - There, at his side? Paper his hand had clutched Tight ere he died; — Message or wish, may be; Smooth the folds out and see. Hardly the worst of us Here could have smiled! Only the tremulous Words of a child; Prattle, that has for stops Just a few ruddy drops. Look. She is sad to miss, Morning and night, His — her dead father's — kiss; Tries to be bright, Good to mamma, and sweet. That is all. "Marguerite.

67 psl. - SCENE. — A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair sits a white-haired old Gentleman. MONSIEUR VIEUXBOIS. BABETTE. M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously.) Day of my life ! Where can she get ? BABETTE ! I say ! BABETTE ! — BABETTE ! ! BABETTE (entering hurriedly.) Coming, M'sieu' ! If M'sieu' speaks So loud, he wont be well for weeks ! M.

165 psl. - A GREEK GIRL WITH breath of thyme and bees that hum, Across the years you seem to come, — Across the years with nymph-like head, And wind-blown brows unfilleted ; A girlish shape that slips the bud In lines of unspoiled symmetry ; A girlish shape that stirs the blood With pulse of Spring, Autonoe...

7 psl. - ... dismissed Your simple old-world message ! A reverent one. Though we to-day Distrust beliefs and powers, The artless, ageless things you say Are fresh as May's own flowers, Starring some pure primeval spring, Ere Gold had grown despotic, — Ere Life was yet a selfish thing, Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it, That feel upon me yet the kind, Soft hand of her who penned it ; And see, through...

5 psl. - Who will, May strive to make it better; For me, this warm old window-sill, And this old dusty letter.

492 psl. - DECAUSE you passed, and now are not,•*— ' Because, in some remoter day, Your sacred dust from doubtful spot Was blown of ancient airs away, — Because you perished, — must men say Your deeds were naught, and so profane Your lives with that cold burden ? Nay, The deeds you wrought are not in vain ! Though, it may be, above the plot That hid your once imperial clay, No greener than o'er men forgot...

472 psl. - WITH slower pen men used to write, Of old, when " letters " were " polite ; In ANNA'S, or in GEORGE'S days, They could afford to turn a phrase, Or trim a straggling theme aright. They knew not steam ; electric light Not yet had dazed their calmer sight ; — They meted out both blame and praise With slower pen. Too swiftly now the Hours take flight ! What's read at morn is dead at night : Scant space have we for Art's delays, Whose breathless thought so briefly stays, We may not work — ah ! would...

Bibliografinė informacija

• Pavadinimas: Collected Poems
• Autorius: Austin Dobson
• Leidimas: 7
• Leidėjas: K. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1907
• Originalas iš: Harvardo universitetas
• Pakeista skaitmenine forma: 4 sausio 2008
• Ilgis: 568 psl.