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A Kiss By Henry Austin Dobson

Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;- 11 more words

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Fame Is A Food That Dead Men Eat By Henry Austin Dobson

Fame is a food that dead men eat,-
I have no stomach for such meat.
In little light and narrow room,
They eat it in the silent tomb, 81 more words

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The Book-Plate’s Petition by Henry Austin Dobson

By a gentleman of the temple.

While cynic CHARLES still trimm’d the vane
‘Twixt Querouaille and Castlemaine,
In days that shocked JOHN EVELYN,
My First Possessor fixed me in. 296 more words

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