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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In the sanctuary of one's private chambers, where the drapery falls in lush folds and the air is imbued with the scent of lavender and old parchment, one discovers the celestial experience of perusing Victorian romantic poetry. The moment one's fingers make contact with the timeworn pages of a leather-bound anthology, an ineffable thrill courses through the veins. The atmosphere transforms, transmuted by the palpable aura of bygone eras. With each rustle of the page, the veil between epochs grows thinner, allowing for an almost mystical communion with the sensibilities of the Victorian age.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In the sanctuary of one's private chambers, where the drapery falls in lush folds and the air is imbued with the scent of lavender and old parchment, one discovers the celestial experience of perusing Victorian romantic poetry. The moment one's fingers make contact with the timeworn pages of a leather-bound anthology, an ineffable thrill courses through the veins. The atmosphere transforms, transmuted by the palpable aura of bygone eras. With each rustle of the page, the veil between epochs grows thinner, allowing for an almost mystical communion with the sensibilities of the Victorian age.