Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

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A. A. Knopf, 1923 - 696 páginas
 

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I was given this soon after birth, but it was kept on a high shelf in my closet and I rarely read it --oddly, I have no memory of the poems, but a very intense recollection of a childish passion for ... Ler resenha completa

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Not only an anthology, but contains a lengthy essay by de la Mare as well as notes on the poems. Ler resenha completa

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