By

JAMES A. MACKERETH

Crown 8vo, 3/6 net.

SOME OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

Westminster Review.—We write under the conviction that Mr. Mackereth is destined to compel the admiration not only of a few critics but also of the general public.

Times Literary Supplement.—He has a note of his own; one can always enjoy the rich exuberance of his fancy and of his diction.

Daily Telegraph.—A true singer whom no reader with a taste for contemporary poetry should overlook.

Yorkshire Daily Observer.—... We cannot afford to neglect such poetry—it is vital... Alive with the spirit of the new century.

Aberdeen Free Press.—The "Ode on the Passing of Autumn"... a really splendid poem... Mr. Mackereth is undoubtedly a poet of considerable power and originality.

The Literary World.—There is a strength about his work which is very rare in English verse.... Mr. Mackereth's name deserves to stand very high among the poets of to-day.

The Star.—"A Son of Cain"... is a good goad for the withered imagination.... Why does Mr. Mackereth's poem "The Lion" flash the light on our sickly glazed eyeballs? Its symbolism makes the soul wince and tremble and ache.... The virtue in the poem sounds a spiritual tocsin.

Irish Times.—... A note of his own, a passionate, vibrant note, but true and strong.

Glasgow Evening Times.—... A volume of singular insight and power.

Dundee Advertiser.—... The title poem has the same haunting effect upon the reader as "The Ancient Mariner." The "Ode on the Passing of Autumn" is a fine achievement.... We congratulate Mr. Mackereth on his undoubted powers of sustainment.

The Daily Chronicle.—His work is virile. His verse goes with a ring and a tang.

The Scotsman.—The title poem is a grim and powerful ballad.... The book will be read with interest and admiration by all who value the classic traditions of English poetry.

The Yorkshire Post.—... He has the right to a place among those who are creating the distinctive poetry of our time. In the two pieces, the splendid "Ode on the Passing of Autumn," and "The Gods that Pass and Die Not," Mr. Mackereth attains a height where splendid promise enlarges into great performance.

The Bookman.—... It proves him to be the possessor of a quick eye for beauty, of imagination and sensitiveness. It repeatedly echoes great work, yet still remains undeniably his own.

The Nation.—What he has to say is vigorous and virile. He is not for dealing in the vagueness of dissatisfaction, but endeavours to make his writing an affirmation of joy.

The Glasgow Herald.—To pass to his poems is to pass into mountain air where sane thought dwells.... His heart is in poetry, and his own pleasure in it merely as a word movement is manifest in every line of such poems as "Mad Moll" and "Pan Alive."

The New York Times.—A virile and hopeful singer ... resonant as a trumpet-call to those who build the palace of life.

The Dial (Chicago).—Clearly the work of a poet.... The volume will well reward him who ventures into its pages.

Literary Digest.—... The longer poems have a deep Atlantic roll.... In all his thought one can feel the lift of a tide.

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