This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...was nearly bold to say, And falling-sickness hath a happier cure Than our school wots of: there's a spider here Weaves no ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...was nearly bold to say, And falling-sickness hath a happier cure Than our school wots of: there's a spider here Weaves no web, watches on the ledge of tombs, Sprinkled with mottles on an ash-grey back; Take five and drop them... but who knows his mind, The Syrian run-a-gate I trust this to? His service payeth me a sublimate Blown up his nose to help the ailing eye. Best wait: I reach Jerusalem at morn, There set in order my experiences, Gather what most deserves and give thee all--Or I might add, Judea's gum-tragacanth Scales off in purer flakes, shines clearer-grained, Cracks 'twixt the pestle and the porphyry, In fine exceeds our produce. Scalp-disease Confounds me, crossing so with leprosy--Thou hadst admired one sort I gained at Zoar--But zeal outruns discretion. Here I end. Yet stay: my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protesteth his devotion is my price--Suppose I write what harms not, though he steal? I half resolve to tell thee, yet I blush, What set me off a-writing first of all. An itch I had, a sting to write, a tang! For, be it this town's barrenness--or else The Man had something in the look of him--His case has struck me far more than 'tis worth. So, pardon if--(lest presently I lose In the great press of novelty at hand The care and pains this somehow stole from me) I bid thee take the thing while fresh in mind, Almost in sight--for, wilt thou have the truth? The very man is gone from me but now, Whose ailment is the subject of discourse. Thus then, and let thy better wit help all. 'Tis but a case of mania--subinduced By epilepsy, at the turning-point Of trance prolonged unduly some three days, When by the exhibition of some drug Or spell, exorcisation, stroke of art Unknown to me and which 'twere well to know, The evil thing...
Fair. Book A "Little Leather Library" edition, dark green leather, from the early 20th century. Cover has minor wear and is faded; lacks the flyleaf, endpapers are age-toned, text block is separated from the binding. Measures 3x4".
Fair. No Jacket. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. Brown leather binding with gilt lettering and floral design on front. Boards detatched with spine cover missing. Gift inscription dated 1903 on ffep. Fep thru title page detatched but present. Text pages have no markings.
Good in N/A jacket. Leather bound with red and gold label affixed to cover and spine. Spine label is a bit faded. Binding is tight. Covers show wear to edges, some rubbing to spine. Pastedowns are buckling from age. A nice little collectible book.
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