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ancient Bards alone; but, as I went on, familiar lines 
from a favourite author of later date recurred to my 
memory, which were so beautiful and appropriate, 
that I found myself almost compelled to make an ex¬ 
ception in favour of Shelley. Some few of my extract 
gleanings are necessarily familiar ones; but I believe 
a far greater number are not generally known. 
Among my own metrical illustrations are one or two 
short poems from a volume published by Mr. Tilt a 
few months ago.* I trust to be forgiven for their 
insertion here, they having been originally written for 
the present work, which I have had in contemplation 
several years. My first drawings and selections of poetry 
were made for it some time before the appearance of 
any of the now numerous publications on like subjects; 
though I have no doubt that some recent works will 
be supposed to have suggested the plan of this vo¬ 
lume. I can, however, honestly say, that such an 
opinion, if formed, will be altogether erroneous, as my 
immediate friends and other persons are well aware; 
moreover, the entire design and arrangement of the 
present publication are essentially different from that 
of any contemporary work on Flowers. 
Of the Plates (on which authors usually compli¬ 
ment the artists) / can say nothing, but that they 
• Poems, by Louisa Aiuie Twumley, with Illustiations drawn and 
etched by the Author.—London, Charles Tilt. 
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