"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Tuesday, January 09, 2024
Away
Walter Scott (1771-1832), The Doom of Devorgoil, Act II, Scene II:
Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks —
Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox...