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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dibdin's Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear wife, last midnight, whilst I read <br>The tomes you so despise, <br>A spectre rose beside the bed, <br>And spake in this true wise: <br>'From Canaan's beatific coast <br>I 've come to visit thee, <br>For I am Frognall Dibdin's ghost,' <br>Says Dibdin's ghost to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bade him welcome, and we twain <br>Discussed with buoyant hearts <br>The various things that appertain <br>To bibliomaniac arts. <br>'Since you are fresh from t' other side, <br>Pray tell me of that host <br>That treasured books before they died,' <br>Says I to Dibdin's ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They 've entered into perfect rest; <br>For in the life they 've won <br>There are no auctions to molest, <br>No creditors to dun. <br>Their heavenly rapture has no bounds <br>Beside that jasper sea; <br>It is a joy unknown to Lowndes,' <br>Says Dibdin's ghost to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much I rejoiced to hear him speak <br>Of biblio-bliss above, <br>For I am one of those who seek <br>What bibliomaniacs love. <br>'But tell me, for I long to hear <br>What doth concern me most, <br>Are wives admitted to that sphere?' <br>Says I to Dibdin's ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The women folk are few up there; <br>For 't were not fair, you know, <br>That they our heavenly joy should share <br>Who vex us here below. <br>The few are those who have been kind <br>To husbands such as we; <br>They knew our fads, and did n't mind,' <br>Says Dibdin's ghost to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But what of those who scold at us <br>When we would read in bed? <br>Or, wanting victuals, make a fuss <br>If we buy books instead? <br>And what of those who 've dusted not <br>Our motley pride and boast, <br>Shall they profane that sacred spot?' <br>Says I to Dibdin's ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, no! they tread that other path, <br>Which leads where torments roll, <br>And worms, yes, bookworms, vent their wrath <br>Upon the guilty soul. <br>Untouched of bibliomaniac grace, <br>That saveth such as we, <br>They wallow in that dreadful place,' <br>Says Dibdin's ghost to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To my dear wife will I recite <br>What things I 've heard you say; <br>She 'll let me read the books by night <br>She 's let me buy by day. <br>For we together by and by <br>Would join that heavenly host; <br>She 's earned a rest as well as I,' <br>Says I to Dibdin's ghost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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The tomes you so despise, 
A spectre rose beside the bed, 
And spake in this true wise: 
'From Canaan's beatific coast 
I 've come to visit thee, 
For I am Frognall Dibdin's ghost,' 
Says Dibdin's ghost to ..."></div>
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