Reposted from @haru__books - I’ll never forget as a teenager, my boyfriend telling me those three immortal words- “I love you.” My response? To get out a dictionary and look up the word ‘love’ so I could decide whether or not I could say it back. How romantic…⠀
Sonnet 116 is one of Shakespeare’s most famous sonnets and with divorce rates higher than ever, I believe it is still highly relevant today. We can get caught up in the feeling of being in love, but I would argue that true love is a choice- choosing day by day to love your chosen partner, even when circumstances are hard or when they continually leave the toilet seat up.⠀
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Reposted from @thedamlibrarian - Frances Parsons (1861-1952) was an American naturalist whose book, How to Know the Wild Flowers (originally published in 1893), was the first field guide to North American wildflowers. The binding on this 1895 edition was designed by Margaret Armstrong.
How to Know the Wild Flowers by Frances Theodora Parsons (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1895)
M. G. Sawyer Collection of Decorative Bindings, Helen Farr Sloan Library & Archives, Delaware Art Museum
Reposted from @haru__books - Included in this Book of Magical Tales is ‘Riddles in the Dark', from 'The Hobbit’ by J.R.R Tolkien.
For those who know the story, when Bilbo encounters the creature Gollum he is given Riddles. -
This thing all things devours;
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats mountain down.
What am I?
Reposted from @haru__books - Shakespeare’s Sonnets
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.