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Page 128 - Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 146 - Poet's Wit and Uumour," and so forth. But the Held here grows too wide to be dealt with in detail, and it is impossible to do more than mention a few of the books most prominent for merit or originality. Amongst these there is the "Shakespeare
Page 15 - Selling books is nearly as bad as losing friends, than which life has no worse sorrow. A book is a friend whose face is constantly changing. If you read it when you are recovering from an illness, and return to it years after, it is changed surely, with the change in yourself. As a man's tastes and opinions are developed his books put on a different aspect. He hardly knows the "Poems and Ballads" he used to declaim, and cannot recover the enigmatic charm of "Sordello.
Page 44 - But had I kenn'd, Tamlane," she says, " A lady wad borrowed thee — " I wad ta'en out thy twa gray een, " Put in twa een o' tree. w Had I but kenn'd, Tamlane," she " Before ye came frae hame — " I wad tane out your heart o' flesh, " Put in a heart o
Page 122 - Or serve (like other fools) to fill a room ; Such with their shelves as due proportion hold, Or their fond parents dressed in red and gold ; Or where the pictures for the page atone And Quarles is saved by beauties not his own.
Page 156 - Land," to which Mr. William Allingham contributed the verses. In speaking of the "Newcomes," one is reminded that its illustrious author was himself a "Punch" artist, and would probably have been a designer alone, had it not been decreed "that he should paint in colours which will never crack and never need restoration.
Page 7 - Where money is the object, let a man speculate or become a miser — a very enviable condition to him who has the saving grace to achieve it, if we hold with Byron that the accumulation of money is the only passion that never cloys. Let not the collector, therefore, ever, unless in some urgent and necessary circumstances, part with any of his treasures. Let him not even have recourse to that practice called barter, which political philosophers tell us is the universal resource of mankind preparatory...
Page 60 - ... that I so long to-day Have rested post discrimina, Safe in the brass-wir'd book-case where I watch'd the Vicar's whit'ning hair, Must I these travell'd bones inter In some Collector's sepulchre ! Must I be torn from hence and thrown With frontispiece and colophon ! With vagrant E's, and Fs, and O's, The spoil of plunder'd Folios...
Page 126 - Words indeed fail to exactly describe the flower-like beauty — the fascination of these "fairy missals," in which, it has been finely said, "the thrilling music of the verse, and the gentle bedazzlement of the lines and colours so intermingle, that the mind hangs in a pleasant uncertainty as to whether it is a picture that is singing, or a song which has newly budded and blossomed into colour and form.