John Ferriar Quotes
John Ferriar shares wistful musings on history, books, and literature that feel like quiet reverie.
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The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.
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Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.
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Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).
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How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!
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“What wild desires, what restless torments seize The hapless man, who feels the book-disease..." -”