Francis Turner Palgrave

"The azure lake is argent now Beneath 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..."

"Sleep puts out silent fingers, And leads me back to the roar Of the dead salt sea that vomits Wrecks of the past ashore."

"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."

"In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand."

"In the hollow Silver voices ripple and cry Follow, O follow!"

"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."