History, with all her volumes vast,

Hath but one page.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 108.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,

Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the soul.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.

Or where the pictures for the page atone,

And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book i. Line 139.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,

All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77.

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,

Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): To Thomas Hume.

Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed

Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).

John Ferriar (1764-1815): Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 121.