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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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How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold
The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!
-- John Ferriar (1764-1815)
-- Illustrations of Sterne, Bibliomania, Line 137
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The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.
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Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).
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Gold! Pure gold! ...Are you sure? Yes, my lord. Behold.
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We're only in it for the volume. -- Black Sabbath
O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
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