Category: Poetry
Ballads of Books
The poets have ever been lovers of books; indeed, one might ask how should a man be a poet who did not admire a treasure as precious and as beautiful as a book may be. With evident enjoyment, Keats describes
Chapters
6. Part 6
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 t...
4. Part 4Then would all future books be small and few, And, freed of dross, the soul's refinèd gold; So should we have a chance to read the new, Yet not forego the old.
3. Part 3I never upbraid these Old periwigged sinners, Their songs and light ladies, Their dances and dinners; My book-shelf's a haven From storms puritanic,-- We sure may be gay when Of...
2. Part 2O brotherhood, with bay-crowned brows undaunted, Who passed serene along our crowded ways, Speak with us still! For we, like Saul, are haunted: Harp sullen spirits from these la...
1. Part 1The poets have ever been lovers of books; indeed, one might ask how should a man be a poet who did not admire a treasure as precious and as beautiful as a book may be. With evid...
5. Part 5Here, e'en the sturdy democrat may find, Nor scorn their rank, the nobles of the mind; While kings may learn, nor blush at being shown, How Learning's patents abrogate their own...
7. Part 7_Brown Books of mine, who never yet Have caused me anguish or regret,-- Save when some fiend in human shape Has set your tender sides agape, Or soiled with some unmanly smear Th...