- Fields, Kenneth
David Godine, , 1973, Decorative paper-covered board, , First Edition, ISBN 0879230789 , Good+ /no Jacket
31 pp. Some rubbing and discoloration to edges of handsome paper-covered boards. Ffep clipped. 'In my mind I am always making journeys. / Walking out through the hills, / Turning over the rocks, noting / A burst of lupine, or the angle / A dove makes taking its branch.'
The Lucile project is an attempt to recover the publishing history of a single 19th century book. Owen Meredith's Lucile was first published in 1860, by Chapman & Hall in England and as a Ticknor & Fields "Blue & Gold" in the United States. It was reviewed in the New York Times, as well as other newspapers and magazines. In England, it saw only a handful of editions over the next 40 years. In the United States, however, it remained in print until 1938, last offered as a surviving title in Burt's Home Library remaindered to Blue Ribbon Books in 1936. It went out of print in 1938.
The Center for Book Arts, a not-for-profit organization founded in 1974, offers over 100 classes and workshops in bookbinding, letterpress printing, paper marbling, typography, and related fields. The Center has mounted over 140 exhibitions during the last 25 years.
This site is dedicated to reprinting the works of Annie Adams Fields in accessible annotated editions. It was begun as a "spin-off" from the Sarah Orne Jewett Text Project.—by Terry Heller Coe College
THE MUSES THRENODIE.
Furthwith we dress’d us in our archer grath, And to the fields we came, like men in wrath: When we our nerves and tendons had extended, Incontinent our bowes were bravely bended: The skie was wondrous cleer, Apollo fair, Greatly delighted to behold us there: And did disperse the clouds, that he might see What matchless skill we prov’d in archerie. The cristal river Phœbus beams reflected, As glad of us, them in our face directed: The flowerie plains, and mountains all the while That we were shooting merrilie did smile. Mean while, for honours praise, as we were swelting The sweat from off our brows and temples melting, Phœbus, as seeming to envie our skill, His quiver with some fierie shafts did fill, And from his silver bow, at us he darted These shafts, to make us faint and feeble-hearted: Whose mighty force we could not well oppose, Under a shade we therefore did repose A pretty while hard by a silver streame, Which did appeare some melodie to frame, Running alongst the snow-white pibble stones Mourning, did murmure joys, commix’t with moanes. A cup I had with woodbind of the wall, And drinking said, this to you Mr Gall, Quoth he, Monsier, since that we have no better, With all mine heart, I will you pledge in water. This brook alongst the flowerie plain meanders, And in a thousand compasses it wanders; And as it softly slides so many wayes, It sweetly sings as many roundelayes, And harmonie to keep, the honie bees Their trumpets sound amongst the flowers and trees.Henry Adamson [1581–1637]