
"When I stand in a library where is all the recorded wit of the world, but none of the recording, a mere accumulated, and not truly cumulative treasure; where immortal works stand side by side with anthologies which did not survive their month, and cobweb and mildew have already spread from these to the binding of those; and happily I am reminded of what poetry is,—I perceive that Shakespeare and Milton did not foresee into what company they were to fall. Alas! that so soon the work of a true poet should be swept into such a dust-hole!"
Attribution: Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist.
A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in
The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 363, Houghton Mifflin (1906).
The Columbia World of Quotations, 1996.
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