Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
He Is Safe
... O Lord, Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace ...
A Chanted Calendar
... they came trooping through the fields ...
The Gaberlunzie's Walk
... He hears the rustle, an' flit an' fussle, as the kae shifts her roost in her sleep ...
Fragment Of A Sleep-Song
... And when the low is high, and when the high is low,&emsp ...
To A Friend In Bereavement
... Yet would I In Sorrow's cause with Sorrow intercede ...
The Wounded
... 'Help,' 'help,' 'help,' 'help!' 'God curse thee!' 'Doctor, stay, ...
The Youth of England To Garibaldi's Legend
... Such sons hath loved too well to let them leave her more ...
On Receiving A Book From Dante Rossetti
... Than hear what vulgar breath should make his world-wide name ...
Ballad
... So throbs my throbbing heart its thickening throbs to thee ...
Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes
... She showd him more than mortal man should know, &emsp ...
The Little Girl's Song
... Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I am not shaking with fear ...
The Recruit's Ball
... Deuce take the jolly fiddle, deuce take the fiddler! ...
A Health To The Queen
... With here you may trick him, and here you may prick him, ...
The Sodger's Lassie
... Berries whiles will grow thegither, ...
Deprecating A Gift
... Still meet, nor meetly mine to be still yours and rare ...
