Identifier: goldentreasuryof00palg (find matches)
Title: A golden treasury of songs and lyrics
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Palgrave, Francis Turner, 1824-1897 Parrish, Maxfield, 1870-1966, ill
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: New York : Duffield & Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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the gale,The common sun, the air, the skies,To him are opening Paradise. T. GRAY cxvmSOLITUDE HAPPY the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.129 THE GOLDEN TREASURY Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,Whose flocks supply him with attire;Whose trees in summer yield him shade,In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcerndly findHours, days, and years, slide soft awayIn health of body, peace of mind,Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and easeTogether mixd, sweet recreation,And innocence, which most does pleaseWith meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;Thus unlamented let me die;Steal from the world, and not a stoneTell where I lie. A. POPE cxixTHE BLIND BOY OSAY what is that thing calld Light,Which I must neer enjoy?What are the blessings of the sight,O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see,You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can heOr make it day or night?130
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SONGS AND LYRICS My day or night myself I make Wheneer I sleep or play;And could I ever keep awake With me t were always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe;But sure with patience I can bear A loss I neer can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy:Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy. C. GIBBER cxx ON A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN ATUB OF GOLD FISHES HP WAS on a lofty vases side, ••• Where Chinas gayest art had dyedThe azure flowers that blow,Demurest of the tabby kindThe pensive Selima, reclined,Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared:The fair round face, the snowy beard,The velvet of her paws,Her coat that with the tortoise vies,Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes —She saw, and purrd applause. 131 THE GOLDEN TREASURY Still had she gazed, but midst the tideTwo angel forms were seen to glide,The Genii of the stream:Their scaly armours Tyrian hueThrough richest purple, to the viewBetrayd a go

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