Rhymes a la Mode by Andrew Lang
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page 42 of 80 (52%)
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Thenceforth in dreams must we
Each other's shadow see Wand'ring unsatisfied in empty lands, Still the desired face Fleets from the vain embrace, And still the shape evades the longing hands. BALLADE OF THE BOOK-MAN'S PARADISE There IS a Heaven, or here, or there, - A Heaven there is, for me and you, Where bargains meet for purses spare, Like ours, are not so far and few. Thuanus' bees go humming through The learned groves, 'neath rainless skies, O'er volumes old and volumes new, Within that Book-man's Paradise! There treasures bound for Longepierre Keep brilliant their morocco blue, There Hookes' AMANDA is not rare, Nor early tracts upon Peru! Racine is common as Rotrou, No Shakespeare Quarto search defies, And Caxtons grow as blossoms grew, Within that Book-man's Paradise! |
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