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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is” (Life, 10)

Posted on June 11, 2016 by Joy of Fishes

A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To … Continue reading →

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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’t is” (Life, 10)

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