Poems by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Jerusalem
... upon her nod To pass that breach a hundred nations wait ...
In War-Time A Psalm Of The Heart
... Lo his mate Dim thro' the reeking garlic-she whose womb ...
To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday
... Or give thee from my breast to dearer arms than mine ...
Daft Jean
... For the fight it was fought i' the fiel' far awa', ...
A Musing On A Victory
... Alas, alas! If there are some to weep and some to pray, ...
The Common Grave
... When Day and Night do change their More and Less, ...
A Statesman
... Straight to the gulf-streams of the World, where blow ...
In War-Time: An Aspiration Of The Spirit
... Whence, Lord, Thou knowest: whither, Lord, ...
To James Y. Simpson
... Out of the half-saved world drag down the abortive god ...
The Sailor's Return
... When the cock crew shrill from over the hill, ...
Under Especial Blessing
... Touch Thee, mayst know, and through Thee, what no more ...
In War-Time: A Prayer Of The Understanding
... Moons round your worlds, worlds round your suns, suns round ...
To A Cathedral Tower: On The Evening Of The Thirty-Fifth Anniversay of Waterloo
... Toward heaven, her eyes turned, streaming, on the earth, ...
Good-Night In War-Time
... Where each, armed in his sort, makes as he may ...
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie
... Immortal hours, dear friends, were yours and mine ...
