Reviewed by Wm. M. Payne.
| + | Dial. 42: 255. Ap. 16, ’07. 280w. |
“Shows something of James Thomson’s poignant view of the world, something also of a pre-Raphaelite savor of phrase, but it is only intermittently visited by any real spell of verbal magic and compelling mood.”
| − + | Nation. 84: 35. Ja. 10, ’07. 70w. |
“One reads this excellently cadenced verse, where never a note jars, but cannot recover it when lost to the ear. A certain tenuous, immaterial atmosphere pervades it all, leaving one uncertain as to what Mr. Dawson has said, or what has been won from his personal relation to life. Mr. Dawson is a poet of white light, but life is multi-colored.” Jessie B. Rittenhouse.
| + − | N. Y. Times. 12: 30. Ja. 19, ’07. 350w. |
“His poetry is, so to speak, too close to the age in which it is written. For that reason it is likely to be heard, for it is the voice of the moment; for the same reason it is not likely to endure. It would be unjust to Mr. Dawson, however, to give the impression that he is simply a journalist in verse. Interesting and significant volume of verse.”
| + − | Outlook. 85: 373. F. 16, ’07. 360w. |
Dawson, Nelson. Goldsmiths’ and silversmiths’ work. (Connoisseur’s lib.) *$7.50. Putnam.
7–37522.