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by Edgar Albert Guest

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Each print might look a little different since each one is hand aged.

  • Handmade Item
  • Print Sizes: 8 x 10; 8.5 x 11; 11 x 14
  • Frame Sizes: 8 x 10; 11 x 13; 11 x 14; 14 x 17 
  • Frame Material: Barnwood
  • Framed with glass
  • Made to order
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    Product Description: “Can't” by Edgar Allan Poe. The print is created using high quality fade-resistant pigment-based inks in the traditional turn of the century typewriter style. The print paper is aged by hand through our own multi-staged process.

    Please note, the pictures are taken without glass in the frame so you can pick up on the detail, but be assured glass is included. (Keep in mind, each print might look a little different since each print is made to order.)

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      Frame Styles
      • Unframed Print (Available in 8 x 10; 8.5 x 11; 11 x 14): Hand-aged print mounted on backing board in a protective plastic sleeve. (Shipped in a sturdy-mailer)
      • The Fitzgerald: Hand-aged print mounted in a minimalistic 8 x 10 rustic wood frame.
      • The Frost: Hand-aged print mounted in an 8 x 10 rustic wood frame surrounded by a hand-twisted copper wire tree. (Copper has patina finish).
      • The Hemingway: Hand-aged 11 x 14 print mounted in a minimalistic rustic wood frame. 
      • The Thoreau: Hand-aged 8.5 x 11 print suspended in between two sheets of glass and framed in minimalistic rustic wood. 
      • The Orwell: Hand-aged 8 x 10 print mounted in a beautiful multi-depth barnwood style frame. (11 x 13 total frame size.)
      • The Emerson: Hand-aged 11 x 14 print mounted in a beautiful multi-depth barnwood style frame. (14 x 17 total frame size.)
        Poem Text
        It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
        A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam
        Afore ye really ’preciate the things ye lef’ behind,
        An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind.
        It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be,
        How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury;
        It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king,
        Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything.

        Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;
        Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ livin’ in it;
        Within the walls there’s got t’ be some babies born, and then
        Right there ye’ve got t’ bring ‘em up t’ women good, an’ men;
        And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn’t part
        With anything they ever used—they’ve grown into yer heart:
        The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore
        Ye hoard; an’ if ye could ye’d keep the thumbmarks on the door.

        Ye’ve got t’ weep t’ make it home, ye’ve got t’ sit an’ sigh
        An’ watch beside a loved one’s bed, an’ know that Death is nigh;
        An’ in the stillness o’ the night t’ see Death’s angel come,
        An’ close the eyes o’ her that smiled, an’ leave her sweet voice dumb.
        Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an’ when yer tears are dried,
        Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an’ sanctified;
        An’ tuggin’ at ye always are the pleasant memories
        O’ her that was an’ is no more—ye can’t escape from these.

        Ye’ve got t’ sing an’ dance fer years, ye’ve got t’ romp an’ play,
        An’ learn t’ love the things ye have by usin’ ’em each day;
        Even the roses ’round the porch must blossom year by year
        Afore they ’come a part o’ ye, suggestin’ someone dear
        Who used t’ love ’em long ago, an’ trained ’em jes’ t’ run
        The way they do, so’s they would get the early mornin’ sun;
        Ye’ve got t’ love each brick an’ stone from cellar up t’ dome:
        It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home.
        Edgar Albert Guest, 1916
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