A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t isTo meet antique bookIn dress cent — Emily Dickinson

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A precious, mouldering pleasure 't isTo meet an antique bookIn 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 makeTo times when he was young.His quaint opinions to inspect,His knowledge to unfoldOn what concerns our mutual mind,The literature of old…

Emily Dickinson

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