This old piece of luggage has been banging around since your grandma first read aloud Be Strong, by Maltbie Davenport Babcock at the Grange Hall on a Saturday night. Full of both the great, such as Arnold's Dover Beach, and the forgotten, justly or no, like the above mentioned (for the first time in many a long day) Maltbie Davenport Babcock. So long, in fact, has this book been on the shelf, it has gone antique and now has a history and a charm, a novelty is perhaps the better word, few books achieve.
I would defy any literate adult not to have fun from these pages; sometimes, it's true, at the expense of the somewhat questionable taste of an earlier era, but also just getting reacquainted with a kind of poetry, good and bad, unheard for at least a generation or more. There are bully things here, my friends, bully!
Faithful old object.
I would defy any literate adult not to have fun from these pages; sometimes, it's true, at the expense of the somewhat questionable taste of an earlier era, but also just getting reacquainted with a kind of poetry, good and bad, unheard for at least a generation or more. There are bully things here, my friends, bully!
Faithful old object.
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