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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My garden aboundeth in pleasant nooks<br>And fragrance is over it all;<br>For sweet is the smell of my old, old books<br>In their places against the wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a folio that's grim with age<br>And yellow and green with mould;<br>There's the breath of the sea on every page<br>And the hint of a stanch ship's hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here is a treasure from France la belle<br>Exhaleth a faint perfume<br>Of wedded lily and asphodel<br>In a garden of song abloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this wee little book of Puritan mien<br>And rude, conspicuous print<br>Hath the Yankee flavor of wintergreen,<br>Or, may be, of peppermint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Walton the brooks a-babbling tell<br>Where the cheery daisy grows,<br>And where in meadow or woodland dwell<br>The buttercup and the rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But best beloved of books, I ween,<br>Are those which one perceives<br>Are hallowed by ashes dropped between<br>The yellow, well-thumbed leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For it's here a laugh and it's there a tear,<br>Till the treasured book is read;<br>And the ashes betwixt the pages here<br>Tell us of one long dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the gracious presence reappears<br>As we read the book again,<br>And the fragrance of precious, distant years<br>Filleth the hearts of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, pluck with me in my garden nooks<br>The posies that bloom for all;<br>Oh, sweet is the smell of my old, old books<br>In their places against the wall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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And fragrance is over it all;
For sweet is the smell of my old, old books
In their places against the wall.

Here is a folio that's grim with age
And yellow and green with mould;
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