The Book-lovers' AnthologyRobert Maynard Leonard H. Frowde, 1911 - 408 psl. |
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Anatomy of Melancholy ancient authors beauty BEN JONSON Bible Bibliomania bookseller Chaucer classic curious dead delight divine Don Quixote doth edition English Essays eyes fair fame fancy feel folio fool friends genius give Greek hand hath head heart heaven Homer honour Johnson judgement King knowledge labour Lady learning leaves LEIGH HUNT letters light literature live look LORD LORD BYRON Love's Labour's Lost Madame de Sablé MALAPROP matter Milton mind modern Montaigne Muses nature never o'er old books once pain perusal Petrarch Pindar Plato pleasure poem poets praise printed reader rich romances scholar sense Shakespeare shelves song soul spirit sweet taste tell thee things thou thought Tom Jones translation treasures true truth turn unto verse Virgil volume wisdom wise words worth write
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296 psl. - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre. Perhaps...
19 psl. - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
101 psl. - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie 20 A little further, to make thee a room; Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
50 psl. - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
102 psl. - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
45 psl. - I deny not, but that it is of greatest concernment in the church and commonwealth, to have a vigilant eye how books demean themselves as well as men; and thereafter to confine, imprison, and do sharpest justice on them as malefactors...
112 psl. - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — The style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
19 psl. - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
252 psl. - Do you remember the brown suit, which you made to hang upon you, till all your friends cried shame upon you, it grew so threadbare — and all because of that folio Beaumont and Fletcher, which you dragged home late at night from Barker's in Covent Garden?
17 psl. - It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds, and these invaluable means of communication are in the reach of all. In the best books great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours.