Ballads of Books

by Brander Matthews

Overview

Ballads of Books is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1887.
Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres.As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature.Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hansebooks newly publishes these books and contributes to the preservation of literature which has become rare and historical knowledge for the future.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781023213455
Publisher:	Anson Street Press
Publication date:	03/28/2025
Pages:	180
Product dimensions:	6.14(w) x 9.21(h) x 0.38(d)

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BALLADE OF BIBLIOCLASTS. GRAHAM R. Tomson. Longman's Magazine. WHERE is that baleful maid Who Shakspere's pages shred ? Whose slow diurnal raid The flames with Stephen fed ? Where is Duhe Humphrey sped ? And where the Henries' book They all are vanished With Betty Barnes, the Cook. 1 And now her ghost dismayed In woful ways doth tread, (Nay, once the weary shade Sir Walter visited)2 Where culprits sore bestead, In damp or fiery nook, Repent their deeds of dread, With Betty Barnes, the Cook. There Bagford's evil trade Is fitly punished, 1 Cook of Mr. Warburton, Somerset Herald. She burned, among many other quartos, Shakspere's Henry I. and //. and King Stephen. 3 See Introduction to Fortunes of Nigel. And fierce the flames have played Round Omar's guilty head : The Biblioclastic Dead Have diverse pains to brook, 'Mid Rats and Rain-pools led With Betty Barnes, the Cook. Envoy. Caxton ! be comforted For those who wronged thee look ! They break Affliction's bread With Betty Barnes, the Cook. A TRAITOR. F. FERTIAULT. Les Amonrcuxdu Lrvre,p. 28. Paris, 1877. 'r I ""IS here, the Book you begged for so, J- The present that you craved, behold it! I half distrusted you, you know ; And now I've bought it where you sold it! I liked you once, the page that told it, You've cut, uncut the others though, From old esteem you've fallen low, To vend my book ; you once extolled it! 'Tis well; I've learned your lesson, friend, When next you want a book I've writ, I'll add no line of prose nor verse, I'll give no book, but take my purse, And save you trouble, and extend A hand that holds the price of it ! A. L. A DOMESTIC EVENT. F. FERTIAULT. From ' Les Amourna du Livre.' BACK from a tedious holidayHe comes, and Duty first he ...