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 blazon Bodonis BOOK-HUNTER 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 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 days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
117. oldal - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind 'away: O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!— But soft!
120. oldal - As one who, destined from his friends to part, Regrets his loss, but hopes again erewhile To share their converse and enjoy their smile. And tempers as he may affliction's dart; Thus, loved associates, chiefs of elder art, Teachers of wisdom, who could once beguile My tedious hours, and lighten every toil, I now resign you; nor with fainting heart; For pass a few short years, or days, or hours, And happier seasons may their dawn unfold, And all your sacred fellowship restore: When, freed from earth,...
154. oldal - And last, of vulgar tribes a countless crowd. First, let us view the form, the size, the dress; For these the manners, nay the mind, express: That weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid; Those ample clasps, of solid metal made; The close-press'd leaves, unclosed for many an age; The dull red edging of the well-fill'd page; On the broad back the stubborn ridges roll'd, Where yet the title stands in tarnish'd gold...
20. oldal - To lend, thus lose, their books, Are snared by anglers — folks that fish With literary hooks. Who call and take some favorite tome, But never read it through ; They thus complete their set at home By making one at you. I, of my " Spenser " quite bereft, Last winter sore was shaken ; Of " Lamb " I've but a quarter left, Nor could I save my " Bacon ;" And then I saw my " Crabbe " at last, Like Hamlet, backward go, And, as the tide was ebbing fast, Of course I lost my
26. oldal - SPEAK low—tread softly through these halls; Here Genius lives enshrined ; Here reign, in silent majesty, The monarchs of the mind. A mighty spirit-host they come, From every age and clime; Above the buried wrecks of years, They breast the tide of Time.
110. oldal - SILENT companions of the lonely hour, Friends who can never alter or forsake, Who for inconstant roving have no power, And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take — Let me return to you, this turmoil ending, Which worldly cares have in my spirit wrought, And, o'er your old familiar pages bending, Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought...
ix. oldal - One gift the Fairies gave me : ( Three They commonly bestowed of yore) The Love of Books, the Golden Key That opens the Enchanted Door...
40. oldal - MY BOOKS. THEY dwell in the odor of camphor, They stand in a Sheraton shrine, They are "warranted early editions...