Skip to content

And round about its gray, time-eaten brow
Lean 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?

— Henry Austin Dobson Vignettes in Rhyme and Vers de Societé (1873)

Another quote →

More quotes by Henry Austin Dobson

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

Fame Is a Food That Dead Men Eat (1906)

Love comes unseen,—we only see it go.

Vignettes in Rhyme and Vers de Societé (1873)

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

Old-World Idylls and Other Verses (1883)

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

Vignettes in Rhyme and Vers de Societé (1873)

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

At the Sign of the Lyre (1885)

All Henry Austin Dobson quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Henry Austin Dobson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.