<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of His Books</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here stand my books, line upon line<br>They reach the roof, and row by row,<br>They speak of faded tastes of mine,<br>And things I did, but do not, know:<br>Old school books, useless long ago,<br>Old Logics, where the spirit, railed in,<br>Could scarcely answer 'yes' or 'no' -<br>The many things I've tried and failed in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's Villon, in morocco fine,<br>(The Poet starved, in mud and snow,)<br>Glatigny does not crave to dine,<br>And Rene's tears forget to flow.<br>And here's a work by Mrs. Crowe,<br>With hosts of ghosts and bogies jailed in;<br>Ah, all my ghosts have gone below -<br>The many things I've tried and failed in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's touched, this mouldy Greek divine,<br>The Princess D'Este's hand of snow;<br>And here the arms of D'Hoym shine,<br>And there's a tear-bestained Rousseau:<br>Here's Carlyle shrieking 'woe on woe'<br>(The first edition, this, he wailed in);<br>I once believed in him--but oh,<br>The many things I've tried and failed in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, tastes may differ; mine and thine<br>Quite other balances are scaled in;<br>May you succeed, though I repine -<br>'The many things I've tried and failed in!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344220" data-title="Ballade Of His Books de Andrew Lang" data-description="Here stand my books, line upon line They reach the roof, and row by row, They speak of faded tastes of mine, And things I did, but do not, know: Old school books, useless long ago, Old Logics, where the spirit, railed in, Could scarcely answer 'ye..."></div> </div> </div>

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