When once the mind has raised itself to grasp and to delight in excellence, those who love most will be found to love most wisely.
Golden Treasury of English Songs and Lyrics (1861) Summary of Book Fourth.
The azure lake is argent nowBeneath the pale moonshine:I seek a sign of hope in heaven:Fair Polestar! thou are mine.A thousand other beacons blaze;I follow thee alone...Francis Turner Palgrave
In the season of white wild rosesWe two went hand in hand:But now in the ruddy autumnTogether already we stand.Francis Turner Palgrave
Time's corrosive dewdrop eatsThe giant warrior to a crustOf earth in earth and rust in rust.Francis Turner Palgrave
This little Collection differs, it is believed, from others in the attempt made to include in it all the best original lyrical pieces and songs in our language, by writers not living, and none besides the best. The Editor will regard as his fittest readers those who love poetry so well, that he can offer them nothing not already known and valued.Francis Turner Palgrave
Let the children playAnd sit like flowers upon thy graveAnd crown with flowers,—that hardly haveA briefer blooming-tide than they.Francis Turner Palgrave