Some pictures from the annual open house today at the Folger Shakespeare Library:
I think the little one in the pink bow is saying: This is SO not my century.
But again: check out how regal that girl in blue behind her looks!
I wonder which one Shakespeare would've written about.
What would the bard do?
Praise blue bird of happiness
Or ensoul a pout?
|There was also this highly uncomfortable looking chair.|
Perhaps that would make someone, even a princess, unhappy.
|My favorite reading nook|
|Shelves of folios|
|The famous Seven Ages of Man window|
|You could roast a moose in there.|
I looked up the quote in Barteby's online, which says these lines are from Emerson's “Solution,” lines 35–42, Poems, p. 222 (1918).
England’s genius filled all measure
Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure,
Gave to the mind its emperor,
And life was larger than before:
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare’s wit.
The men who lived with him became
Poets, for the air was fame.
Ah, well, then. I would've liked to breathe that air.