Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
To The Tiber
... And drown the garbaged tribes that stank thereon, ...
The Mother's Lesson
... An' they mak the rocks ring 'gin my bairn were a king, ...
Epitaph I
... To feel, alas, no less your debtor than before ...
At The Grave Of A Spanish Friend
... Ere we have learn'd the phrase of those abodes, ...
On the Death of Mrs. Browning
... Whereat that cherub to whom choice is given &emsp ...
On Reading A Dictacted Letter
... Dear Friend, methinks when thus thy plenary soul ...
Cavalry Charge At Balaclava
... He goes in Thick as a lion, and he comes out thin ...
The Botanist's Vision
... Its sense, power, passion, to the sole regard ...
The Army Surgeon
... Thrust up their heads if the wind bend a spray ...
Woe Is Me
... Woe is me! Noon! drunk with oil and wine, ...
Dedicatory
... Thy soul thy face by new perceptions known), ...
Keith Of Ravelston
... Step out three steps, where Andrew stood - ...
Grass From The Battle-Field
... Stirs, shakes, shocks, sounds, with quick strong tramp of feet ...
He Loves And He Rides Away
... And I see the white hawthorn-tree and the bright summer bird singing thro' it, ...
Isabel
... Can fade: that thou thro' years shalt still shine on ...
