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IN a prefatory note to "Amoris Victima," which has the superficial appearance of a book of unconnected lyrics, Arthur Symons expresses his wish that it may be read " as a single poem." This is a frequent plea with the writers of desultory pieces, and it often represents nothing better than an afterthought. But the tenour of Symons's volume justifies his statement. A single condition of temperament runs through the book, or, rather, is stationary in it. From beginning to end, with very slight and temporary changes of mood, the attitude to life and conscience is the same. We'leave the hero where we found him, and if we have followed his lamentations carefully we know him, or a side of him, well. He is, says Mr. Symons, "a typical modern man, to whom emotions and sensations represent the whole of life." No doubt there are plenty of such men. There is something in the undisciplined habit of our time which generates them in abundance; but are they quite interesting enough to occupy the attention of a poet of such undeniable ability as Symons?