Quotes by Henry Austin Dobson

“Time goes, you say? Ah no!Alas, Time stays, we go;Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours,For Youth were always ours?Time goes, you say?-ah no!Ours is the eyes' deceitOf men whose f...”

“Love comes unseen we only see it go. ”

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

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

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

“Love comes unseen we only see it go.”

“A retrospect of the Eighteenth-Century Essayists subsequent to the 'Tatler,' 'Spectator,' and 'Guardian,' only serves to confirm the supremacy of Addison and Steele. Some of their successors approa...”

“Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;—All things, in short, to which belongThe charm, the grace that Time makes strong,—All these I prize, but (entre nous)Old friends are best.”

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

“Love comes unseen,—we only see it go.”

“Carry his body hence,—Kings must have slaves;Kings climb to eminenceOver men's graves:So this man's eye is dim;—Throw the earth over him.”

“And round about its gray, time-eaten browLean letters speak—a worn and shattered row:I am a Shade: a Shadowe too arte thou:I marke the Time: saye, Gossip, dost thou soe?”

“O English girl, divine, demure,To YOU I sing!”

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

“All passes. ART aloneEnduring stays to us:The Bust out-lasts the throne,—The Coin, Tiberius.”

“The ladies of St. James’s!They’re painted to the eyes;Their white it stays foreverTheir red it never dies:But Phillida, my Phillida!Her colour comes and goes;It trembles to a lily,—It wavers to a r...”

“All the seasons run their raceIn this quiet resting place;Peach, and apricot, and figHere will ripen, and grow big;Here is store and overplus,—More had not Alcinoüs!”

“In merest prudence men should teach […]That science ranks as monstrous thingsTwo pairs of upper limbs; so wings—E'en angels' wings!—are fictions.”