tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744566633100993514.post2359493602516986769..comments2024-03-10T09:40:30.449+11:00Comments on Digging the Dust: Memories of The Golden TreasuryRegina of Arbeiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515362716195281135noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3744566633100993514.post-55862473696965142632015-07-19T19:12:30.527+10:002015-07-19T19:12:30.527+10:00What an evocative post, stumbled on by accident. I...What an evocative post, stumbled on by accident. I too loved Palgrave's Golden Treasury, and have it somewhere, in a box. It was my father's copy but I loved it so much that I crossed his name out (neatly!) and inserted my own, at the tender age of 12. I used to read poems out of it to my grandmother as she sat knitting, including the ones you mention. Another was James Shirley's "On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey". One day my father took me aside and suggested that I drop that one from my repertoire, since in view of my grandma's advanced age its subject matter didn't seem tactful. My favourite poem was Gray's Elegy, which I read so often I soon knew it by heart.Daphne Ansonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12297188759548931101noreply@blogger.com