The author has here collected all of his published verse, except a fragment, The Roamer, which he reserves in the hope of completing that poem; and a considerable number of pieces, hitherto either uncol lected or unpublished, are also included. The volume represents the passing of many years, and begins from days almost of boyhood. If the result is less than it should have been, there are here some gleanings of time from a life never so fortunate as to permit more than momentary and incidental cultivation of that art which is the chief grace of the intellectual life. The author can claim only that he has written no line except for itself alone.
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