Monday, October 30, 2017


Crabbe's Library

Not his poem "The Library," but his personal library, from The Life of George Crabbe By His Son (London: Oxford University Press, 1932), p. 250:
Would the reader like to follow my father into his library? — a scene of unparalleled confusion — windows rattling, paint in great request, books in every direction but the right — the table — but no, I cannot find terms to describe it, though the counterpart might be seen, perhaps, not one hundred miles from the study of the justly famed and beautiful rectory of Bremhill. Once, when we were staying at Trowbridge, in his absence for a few days at Bath, my eldest girl thought she should surprise and please him by putting every book in perfect order, making the best bound the most prominent; but, on his return, thanking her for her good intention, he replaced every volume in its former state; 'for,' said he, 'my dear, grandpapa understands his own confusion better than your order and neatness.'
A friend's library:

Another friend's library:

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