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HON. FELLOW OF WORCESTER COLLEGE, OXFORD
TRUTHS OR TRUISMS', PARTS I AND II
• THE POETS: CHAJCEX TO. TENNYSON
LONDON, EDINBURGH, GLASGOW
BY THE SAME AUTHOR
THREE ESSAYS: Posthumous Fame, Tolera.
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also on Oxford India paper, 6s. net. CONTENTS: Vices we could spare-Our great Prose PoemPauperizing — Dinner-table Talk-Concerning War-Atoms, • With one Consent they made Excuse '— The Shadow of Crime - June 22, 1911-Readable-Sophists—Sensations— Even as this Publican!'-Pleasure in Art-Cruelty-The Ideal Newspaper les grands : Hömmeš Méconnus'. Why-How-and Whom?— It is more Blessed to Give than to Receive'-Shakespeare's Brother-Dramatists—Inconceivably Incompatible-Man Anticipated-A new Circulating Library.
FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE
I may be asked how I can have dared to sit in judgement on five centuries of English verse. My answer is that the following pages contain reports rather of my trial before the poets than of them before me. I have sat at their feet; and they have required me to say how I have understood them; what I have learnt from them. So long and intimately I have talked with them, from boyhood till the eventide of life, that somehow I felt bound to render them an account of the lessons they have taught me. I thought I should like, while I could, to tell them and myself results of our companionship. To them I owe the best of my education. Whatever intelligence I possess has been fed, refined, and illuminated by them. Hereafter it will not, I trust, be deemed that I have ill repaid my debt to my benefactors by the present attempt to trace and define their magic. Most of them, early and late, have been my old familiar friends and confidants. Pleasant, gracious, fragrant memories exhaled from scores of volumes as I successively took them from their shelves to refresh my acquaintance. If the souls enshrined therein look to the intention, I do not fear that they will resent my audacity at calling the roll.
Each of the company as he passed before me has so entirely occupied my attention that I have seldom been