More from Francis Turner Palgrave

  1. They bring back light on their faces; But they cannot bring back to me What the lilies say to the roses, Or the songs of the butterflies be.
  2. Our hope is less to last through Art than deeper searching of the heart, than broader range of uttered truth.
  3. I may not enter the garden, Though I know the road thereto; And morn by morn to the gateway I see the children go.
  4. Shakespeare's stage must hold the glass to every age.
  5. There is a garden where lilies And roses are side by side; And all day between them in silence The silken butterflies glide.
  6. A thousand forms and passions glow Upon the world-wide canvas. So With larger scope our art we ply; And if the crown be harder won, Diviner…
  7. Kiss and cling to them, kiss and leave them, Bright and beguiling:- Bright and beguiling, as She who glances Along the shore and the meadow…
  8. The Sun whispers, O remember! You have but thirty days to run, O sweet September!

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