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None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns read more
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,--
Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, read more
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear
Glean after what it can.
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the read more
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Apt Alliteration's artful aid.
The book that he has made renders its author this service in
return, that so long as the book read more
The book that he has made renders its author this service in
return, that so long as the book survives, its author remains
immortal and cannot die.