In the School of Coquettes Ma...

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!

Not as ours the books of old ...

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.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! a...

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

What ye have been ye still sh...

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

Look thy last on all things l...

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.

O, Love's but a dance,
Where...

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!

He is a Patron who looks down...

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

The ladies of St. James's! Th...

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.

In merest prudence men should...

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.

Old books, old wine, old Nank...

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!

All the seasons run their rac...

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 Endurin...

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

He is a Patron who looks down,...

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

Old books, old wine, old Nanki...

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!

All the seasons run their race...

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!

Fame is a food that dead men e...

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

In merest prudence men should ...

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.

In the School of Coquettes Mad...

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!

When the brain gets as dry as ...

When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut,
When the reason stands on its squarest toes,
When the mind (like a beard) has a 'formal cut,'--
There is a place and enough for the pains of prose;
But whenever the May-blood stires and glows,
And the young year draws to the 'golden prime,'
And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose,--
Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme!

The ladies of St. James's!

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.

Henry Austin Dobson 03.03.2018 03:03:03 22 quotes