O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance, "Shall we twirl down the middle?" O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle!
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go. - Henry Austin Dobson
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
- Henry Austin Dobson
Love comes unseen; we only see it go. - Henry Austin Dobson
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand - Henry Austin Dobson
He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand
All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius. - Henry Austin Dobson
All passes, Art alone Enduring 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 is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour… - Henry Austin Dobson
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour…
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - M… - Henry Austin Dobson
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - M…
O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance, "Shall we twirl down t… - Henry Austin Dobson
O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance, "Shall we twirl down t…
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat. - Henry Austin Dobson
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show h… - Henry Austin Dobson
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show h…
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