Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large, --where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books! .Elizabeth Barrett Browning
About This Quote
In her poem, Charlotte Brontë talks about the joy she feels in owning a few books. The poem is full of excitement and anticipation for the new treasure that she will find in these books. Books have a special feeling to them. They have stories within them that can take us to different times and places.
They are a way of escaping into the worlds that we see in movies or read about in books. This is why she feels so attached to hers.
Source: Aurora Leigh
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