. Lyrics from a library . THE BOOK - LOVER I love a book, if there but runFrom title-page to colophonSomething sincere that sings or glows,Whateer the text be, rhyme or high-perched on some window-seat,Or in some ingle-side retreat,Or in an alcove consecrateTo lore and to the lettered great,For happiness I need not lookBeyond the pages of my , I believe that, like an elf,Id be contented with a shelfIf thereupon with me might sitSome work of wisdom or of witWhereto, at pleasure, I might turn,And the fair face of Joy discern!. I love a book,—its throbbing heart!And while I may

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. Lyrics from a library . THE BOOK - LOVER I love a book, if there but runFrom title-page to colophonSomething sincere that sings or glows,Whateer the text be, rhyme or high-perched on some window-seat,Or in some ingle-side retreat,Or in an alcove consecrateTo lore and to the lettered great,For happiness I need not lookBeyond the pages of my , I believe that, like an elf,Id be contented with a shelfIf thereupon with me might sitSome work of wisdom or of witWhereto, at pleasure, I might turn,And the fair face of Joy discern!. I love a book,—its throbbing heart!And while I may not hold the artThat dresses it in honor scant,—The tree-calf tooled or crushed Levant,—Rather a rare soul, verily,Than a bedizened husk for me!

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