Henry Austin Dobson Quotes

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

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!

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.

Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.

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!

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

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.

Time goes you say? Ah no! Alas Time stays we go.

Love comes unseen we only see it go.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.