Poetry.
Selected Poems by Walt Whitman.—Chosen and edited by Arthur Stedman. Shortly before Mr. Whitman’s death, the old poet for the first time consented to the publication of a selection from “Leaves of Grass,” embracing his most popular short poems and representative passages from his longer lyrical efforts. Arranged for home and school use. With a portrait of the author. (“Fiction, Fact, and Fancy Series.”) Cloth, 12mo, 75 cents.
“Mr. Stedman’s choice is skilfully made.”—The Nation.
“The volume represents all that is best in Walt Whitman.”—San Francisco Chronicle.
“That in Walt Whitman which is virile and bardic, lyrically fresh and sweet, or epically grand and elemental, will be preserved to the edification of young men and maidens, as well as of maturer folk.”—Hartford Courant.
“The intention of the editor has been to offer those of Whitman’s poems which are most truly representative of his genius. The selections have been well made, and those who have yet to make acquaintance with this most original of American poets will have reason to thank the publishers for this little volume.”—Boston Transcript.
Flower o’ the Vine: Romantic Ballads and Sospiri di Roma.—By William Sharp, author of “A Fellowe and His Wife” (with Miss Howard), “Life and Letters of Joseph Severn,” etc. With an introduction by Thomas A. Janvier, and a portrait of the author. As one of the most popular of the younger English poets, equal success is anticipated for this first American edition of Mr. Sharp’s poems. Its welcome in the American press has been most hearty. Tastefully bound, with appropriate decorative design. Cloth, 8vo, $1.50.
“This volume of verse, by Mr. William Sharp, has a music like that of the meeting of two winds, one blown down from the Northern seas, keen and salty, the other carrying on its wings the warm fragrance of Southern fields.”—The Literary World.
“These old ballads, whether in Scottish dialect or not, are transfused with the wild, uncanny, shivering character of all the old myths of the North, a strange pungent chill, so to speak, as if the breath that gave them voice were blown across leagues of iceberg and glacier.”—Chicago Times.
“When Mr. Sharp leaves the North with its wild stories of love and fighting and death, and carries us away with him in the ‘Sospiri di Roma’ to the warmth and the splendor of the South, he equally shows the creative faculty. He is a true lover of Earth with her soothing-touch and soft caress: he lies in her arms, he hears her whispered secret, and through the real discovers the spiritual.”—Philadelphia Record.