Here you will find the Poem Lines on and from of poet Franklin P. Adams
("Sir: For the first time in twenty-three years 'Bartlett's Familiar Quotations'has been revised and enlarged, and under a separate cover we are sending you a copy of the new edition. We would appreciate an expression of opinion from you of the value of this work after you have had an ample opportunity of examining it." --THE PUBLISHERS) Of making many books there is no end-- So Sancho Panza said, and so say I. Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend When only one is shining in the sky. Books cannot always please, however good; The good is oft interred with their bones. To be great is to be misunderstood, The anointed soverign of sighs and groans. The Moving Finger writes, and having writ, I never write as funny as I can. Remote, unfriendly, studious let me sit And say to all the world, "This was a man!" Go, lovely Rose, that lives its little hour! Go, little booke! and let who will be clever! Roll on! From yonder ivy-mantled tower The moon and I could keep this up forever.