Sibrandus Schafnaburgensis

Sibrandus Schafnaburgensis by Robert Browning

After reading a pedantic treatise in the garden, a speaker drops it into a waterlogged plum-tree crevice and turns to food, wine, and Rabelais. Retrieving it this morning, the speaker describes its damaged pages, imagines creatures using it, and plans to return it to the bookshelf.

By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Satirical Poetry, Narrative Poetry · 849 words

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Plague take all your pedants, say I! / He who wrote what I hold in my hand, / Centuries back was so good as to die, / Leaving this rubbish to cumber the land; / This, that was a book in its time, / Printed on paper and bound in leather, / Last month in the white of a matin-prime, / Just when the birds sang all together.

Into the garden I brought it to read, / And under the arbute and laurustine / Read it, so help me grace in my need, / From title-page to closing line. / Chapter on chapter did I count, / As a curious traveller counts Stonehenge; / Added up the mortal amount; / And then proceeded to my revenge.

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pedantry · books · reading · literary satire · book damage

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