What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! Henry Austin Dobson Read Quote
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. Henry Austin Dobson Read Quote
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. Henry Austin Dobson Read Quote
