Austin Dobson's Quotes

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!