7 Quotes & Sayings By Henry Austin Dobson

Henry Austin Dobson, a graduate of the University of Southern California, was born in Los Angeles, California. He served as a lieutenant in the United States Navy from 1942 to 1945. In 1948 he was appointed as a civilian liaison officer for the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration in the Middle East. In 1951 he returned to California and accepted a position as manager of the Los Angeles City Council's Personnel Department Read more

In 1959 he joined the University of Southern California's faculty as a professor of public administration. In 1965 he left USC to become director of personnel for the Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors, a position he held until 1971. Since 1971 he has been a consultant for large corporations and government agencies.

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Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours? Time goes, you say?-ah no! Ours is the eyes' deceit Of men whose flying feet Lead through some landscape low; We pass, and think we see The earth's fixed surface flee:- Alas, Time stays, -we go! Once in the days of old, Your locks were curling gold, And mine had shamed the crow. Now, in the self-same stage, We've reached the silver age; Time goes, you say?-ah no! Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song To praise your 'rose' and 'snow'; My bird, that sang, is dead; Where are your roses fled? Alas, Time stays, -we go! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires?- Ah, where those vanished fires? Time goes, you say?-ah no! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands, and pray; Alas, Time stays, -we go! . Henry Austin Dobson
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Time goes you say? Ah no! Alas Time stays we go. Henry Austin Dobson
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Love comes unseen we only see it go. Henry Austin Dobson
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Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go. Henry Austin Dobson
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What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! Henry Austin Dobson
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I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. Henry Austin Dobson