"But surely the book is now everything. It has become in our time what the cathedral with its frescoes and stained glass used to be, what the palaces and museums, where people went to look and learn, used to be. The book has become the...
And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge— That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should...
“Here on the edge we look east to the West, west to the East, and cannot resolve them. We can only watch; watch and prepare; and bide on the time when what we are, and that for which we have taken this stand, can be...
“At Riverside, Connecticut, between the road and the river, lies an acre of land, long and narrow and tilted up a little toward the west, so that the dwellers by the road at the top may look across the valley to the setting sun. Half...
“Now sprigs are pricked by bursting buds, and threading the trees the wind’s weft skittles, drops and spurts again, rubbing along the ground to tease old leafings of skittering litter, scratching swirl… Between bettling sky and buxom earth — a mazed and frilling lightning flash! The eye bleaches and goes black. A far-off...
“All for the People and all Through the People” — Programma Revolution had been bleeding red on the tongues of Russian citizens for a least a decade before the fateful Autumn of 1917 when the Bolsheviks seized power from Tsar Nicholas II, ending the 300 year...
[caption id="" align="alignright" width="233"] Liber Moamin falconrii de Scientia venandi per aves et quadrupeds[/caption] “In quantum enim sunt reges non habent propriam delectationem nisi venationem” — Moamin “A wise falcon hides his talons.” — Proverb Facsimile. The so-called “Wiener Moamin” was created on the Italian penisula in the...
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“Get rid of that row of bottles & secret dopes at the back of your press. Synchronize your temperature, humidity, ink supply & speed of running, then your prints will be uniform, plentiful, clean & juicy.” — from Collotype Collotype: Being a History-Practium-Bibliography Steven Chayt and Meryl...
