I got a copy of Aston Clarke's Sword of the West in the other day. It's not a significant work except for being the first book of verse I remember finding on my own as opposed to being introduced to by my father or by school. Printed in 1921, I found it in the Bridgeport Public Library while looking for something on swords. This copy was signed on the flyleaf by someone in Dublin in 1960. What is really cool is none of the pages were cut!  There just something cool about cutting the pages of a book as you read it.