The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennys — Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennys — Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennys — Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennys — Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennys — Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
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The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.

— Clifton Fadiman, Clifton Fadiman's Fireside Reader
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