Twenty-four pages devoted to Lewis Carroll, and four to Gerard Manley Hopkins. Quantities of both Brownings, and Emily Bronte, but no Kipling or Yeats. It's a very limited and rather unbalanced selection, with no introduction to explain it, and annoyingly no index of first lines.
Strange mix and badly in need of some sort of editorial organizing after authors, topics, themes etc. There are some great poems in this collection, but its a constant feeling of stop-start-stop-start again when reading, because the poems just follow one another without introduction or even year of conception. Would however be great for backpacking travellers who need a lot of poetry in a slim volume.
Everything you could possibly want in poems. From short to long, from sad to fun, from understandable to huh? My favourite is the "four ducks on a pond"