I enjoyed this immensely but I am a Hodgson completist. If you are expecting a Wordsworth or even a Poe, don't look here, there is good reason much of this was "lost." Hodgson's style is highly derivative at times and frustrated by his own lack of commercial and artistic success, he abandoned the poetic vocation early on in his writing career for more prosaic pursuits (or we wouldn't have his marvelous fiction). Most of the fare is nautical or having to do with the wind and elements or lost love a la Annabel Lee. There are a few pretty good poems, fortunately some of the longer ones.

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