Collected Poems

BY

AUSTIN DOBSON

IN TWO VOLUMES

Vol. II.

Majores majora sonent

NEW YORK
DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY
Publishers


Copyright, 1895,

By Dodd, Mead and Company


All rights reserved.

University Press:

John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U. S. A.


"For old sake's sake!" 'Twere hard to choose
Words fitter for an old-world Muse
Than these, that in their cadence bring
Faint fragrance of the posy-ring,
And charms that rustic lovers use.

The long day lengthens, and we lose
The first pale flush, the morning hues,—
Ah! but the back-look, lingering,
For old sake's sake!

That we retain. Though Time refuse
To lift the veil on forward views,
Despot in most, he is not King
Of those kind memories that cling
Around his travelled avenues
For old sake's sake!


"Qui n'a pas l'esprit de son âge
De son âge a tout le malheur."
Voltaire.


CONTENTS.


AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.

"At the Sign of the Lyre,"
Good Folk, we present you
With the pick of our quire,
And we hope to content you!

Here be Ballad and Song,
The fruits of our leisure,
Some short and some long—
May they all give you pleasure!

But if, when you read,
They should fail to restore you,
Farewell, and God-speed—
The world is before you!