Ballads of BooksBrander Matthews G. J. Coombes, 1886 - 174 oldal |
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Aldines Anacreon AUSTIN DOBSON BALLADE behold BEN JONSON BIBLIOMANIA BIBLIOPHILE binding Bodonis Bookman's Paradise Books are best BOOKWORM BRANDER MATTHEWS breast CATULLUS CHARLES LAMB charm dead dear deep on thine delight divine doth dream dust e'en earth Elzevirs engrave on thy eyes fair fame fancy fate fears fire foes folio fool FREDERICK LOCKER friends GEORGE CRABBE gold golden grave grief hand heart hope ISAAC D'ISRAELI labor leaves lessons imprest LIBRARY Life's Counsels light live looks mind Molière morocco Muse never nook o'er old books picture story-books Poems poet's poets praise present collection Quarto rage rest ROBERT HERRICK round Rowfant books sacred sage SAMUEL DANIEL Scriptorium Shakspere shelves shine silent skies smile song Sonnets soul sweet tear thee There's thou thought tomes truth turn vellum virtue volumes Wisdom engrave wise wonder
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128. oldal - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead, with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn ; Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
128. oldal - My hopes are with the Dead, anon My place with them shall be, And I with them shall travel on Through all futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
75. oldal - fetched from sages old ; Laws which Holy Writ unfold, Worthy to be graved in gold : Lighter fancies not excluding ; Blameless wit, with nothing rude in, Sometimes mildly interluding, Amid strains of graver measure: Virtue's self hath oft her pleasure In sweet Muses' groves of leisure. Riddles dark, perplexing sense ; Darker meanings of offence ; What but shades
39. oldal - Objects of delicious pleasures! You my eyes rejoicing please, You my hands in rapture seize ! Brilliant wits, and musing sages, Lights who beamed through many ages, Left to your conscious leaves their story, And dared to trust you with their glory ; And now their hope of fame achieved ! Dear volumes
152. oldal - -—I Crowned with eternal fame, they sit sublime, And laugh at all the little strife of time. Hail, then, immortals ! ye who shine above, Each, in his sphere, the literary Jove ; And ye, the common people of these skies, A humbler crowd of nameless deities ; Whether
51. oldal - It may be said that Quintilian recommends margins; but it is with a view to their being occasionally occupied : Debet vacare etiam locus, in quo notentur quae scribentibus solent extra ordinem, id est ex aliis quam qui sunt in manibus loci, occurrere. Irrumpunt enim optimi nonnunquam Sensus, quos neque inserere oportet, neque differre tutum est. ' Instit.
149. oldal - WHEN the sad soul, by care and grief oppressed, Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest, When every object that appears in view Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too; Where shall affliction from itself retire ? Where fade away and placidly expire ? Alas! we fly to silent scenes in vain ; Care blasts the
67. oldal - TO HIS BOOK. MAKE haste away, and let one be A friendly patron unto thee ; Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie Torn for the use of pastery ; Or see thy injured leaves serve well To make loose gowns for mackerel; Or see the grocers, in a trice, Make hoods of thee to serve out spice. TO HIS
159. oldal - Abstracts drawn from Nature's larger book ; Here, first described, the torpid earth appears, And next, the vegetable robe it wears ; Where flowery tribes in valleys, fields, and groves, Nurse the still flame, and feed the silent loves ; Loves where no grief, nor joy, nor bliss, nor pain, Warm the glad heart or vex the
23. oldal - where was my Leigh Hunt. I tried to laugh, old Care to tickle, Yet could not Tickell touch; And then, alas ! I missed my Mickle, And surely mickle 's much. 'T is quite enough my griefs to feed, My sorrows to excuse, To think I cannot read my Reid, Nor even use my Hughes.