This week I read Dickens "The Holly-Tree", a wide-ranging and festive tale about a snow-bound traveler and his recollections of the many inns he's stayed in. It's Dickens at his story-telling best, as though he's sitting before the blazing hearth, sipping some grog or mulled port and letting his Christmas memories have free rein. I also read, and loved, Matthew Arnold's poem "The Scholar-Gipsy", as well as a selection of little-known sonnets, including a fine poem by someone named Edgell Rickword.
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