to life. All the leniency that can be asked is the reflection that to love the rose need not carry with it scorn of the lily; while the flowers of the Victorian domain are so multitudinous and so nobly large in the blossom, like those sixty-leaved roses which Herodotus, two thousand and more years since, heard of in the king's garden below Mount Bermion, — that a limited, an imperfect garland only can be collected within the garth allowed me. It is my pleasant duty here to give thanks once for all to the copyright proprietors or publishers who have kindly permitted me to transfer their treasures, sometimes almost too graspingly, to the enrichment of this Anthology. Should any claims have been overlooked by inadvertence I ask forgiveness. Special acknowledgments will be found in the notes. I deeply regret, and every reader will regret with me, that I am not able to adorn my pages with examples of Mr. A. C. Swinburne's brilliant lyrical gift. After the lapse of six-and-thirty years to complete a book brings with it an inevitable sadness: the longing for the irrevocable; the sigh for the old familiar faces; - of his, perhaps, here above all, who privileged me to dedicate to his honoured name that first volume to which he gave such invaluable aid it is a feeling such as that to which Goethe, in one of his most beautiful lyrics, gave expression, Sie hören nicht die folgenden Gesänge, Die Seelen, denen ich die ersten sang:Yet I may hope perhaps for new friends to replace the lost. Kind readers! - if I have the fortune to find such may this little selection, like the former, with whatever deficiencies, be the draught tempting you to approach, in their free fullness, the inexhaustible and invigorating fountains, old and new, of England's Helicon. February 1897 F. T. P. xii The Golden Treasury Second Series I ODE We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams ;- With wonderful deathless ditties We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, And Babel itself in our mirth; A. O'Shaughnessy II CRADLE SONG What does little birdie say What does little baby say, Baby too shall fly away. A. Lord Tennyson III LETTY'S GLOBE When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, By tint and outline, all its sea and land. C. Tennyson-Turner IV THE SURPRISE As there I left the road in May, So queer a stranger might be near; Teeh-hee! Look here! Hah! ha! Look there! And oh so playsome, oh! so fair. And one would dance as one would spring, Or bob or bow with leering smiles, And one would swing, or sit and sing, Or sew a stitch or two at whiles, And one skipp'd on with downcast face, And there, in fright, with one foot out, Away they scamper'd all, full speed, And one pull'd on behind her heel, Teeh, hee, run here. Eeh! ee! Look there. W. Barnes V ISEULT'S CHILDREN -They sleep in shelter'd rest, One little wandering arm is thrown This stir they have, and this alone; -Ah, tired madcaps! you lie still; |