[Frontispiece: I could feel the sting of the powder smoke on my up-thrust wrist.] To Harvey, of the dome-like pate, The dreamy eye, the Celtic wit And kindly heart, I dedicate This blithe romance conceived and writ By one of that triumvirate Who knew Defeat, yet conquered it.…
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