More from Francis Turner Palgrave

  1. Our hope is less to last through Art than deeper searching of the heart, than broader range of uttered truth.
  2. 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…
  3. The monument outlasting bronze was promised well by bards of old.
  4. 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.
  5. I may not enter the garden, Though I know the road thereto; And morn by morn to the gateway I see the children go.
  6. There is a garden where lilies And roses are side by side; And all day between them in silence The silken butterflies glide.
  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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