"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
One Fall Day
James Hayford, One Fall Day:
One fall day of high color and high wind The trees will glitter on a hundred hills As all their leaves, their longest journey starting, Reserve their bravest gesture for departing.
