The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

MR. NEUBURG’S NEW VOLUME OF POEMS Inperial 16mo, pp. 200 Now ready. Order through The Equinox, or of any Bookseller THE TRIUMPH OF PAN Porms sy VICTOR B. NEUBURG This volume, containing many poems—nearly all of them hitherto unpublished— besides Tue Trtumpx oF Pan, includes THE Romance oF OuiviaA VANE, The First Edition is limited to Two Hundred and Fifty copies; Two Hundred and Twenty on ordinary paper, whereof less than Two Hundred are for sale; and Thirty on Japanese vellum, of which Twenty-five are for sale. These latter copies are numbered, and signed by the Author. The binding is half-parchment with crimson sides; the ordinary copies are bound in crimson boards, half-holland. The price of ordinary copies is Five Shillings net; of the special copies, One Guinea net. EXTRACTS FROM PRESS NOTICES “Not every one will care for Mr, Neuburg’s tone in all the pieces, but he is undoubtedly a poet to be reckoned with, and a volume so original as this is should create no small stir. It is superbly produced by the publishers.” —Sussex Daily News. ‘When one comes to the poems . . . it is evident that they are written in English. . . . Ina certain oblique and sub-sensible sense, eloquent and musical. . . . Distinctly Wagnerian in their effects... .— Scotsman. “Tt is full of ‘the murmurous monotones of whispering lust,’ ‘the song of young desire,’ and that kind of poppycock.”—London Opinion. “A competent master of words and rhythms. . . .. His esoteric style is unreasonably obscure from an intelligent plain poetry-lover’s standpoint.” —Aforning Leader. “A charming volume of poems. . . . Pagan glamour .. . passion and vigour... . ‘Sigurd’s Songs’ are commendable for dealing with the ail too largely neglected Scandinavian theology... A scholarly disciple. . . . The entire volume is eminently recommendable.”—Jewish Chronicle. “A gorgeous rhapsody... . Fortunately, there are the police. . . . On the whole, we cannot help regretting that such splendid powers of imagination and expression are flung away in such literary rioting.” —Light. «Sometimes of much beauty of rhythm and phrase. . . .”—Times. “Poets who have any originality deserve to be judged by their own standard. . . . A Neo-mystic or semi-astrological pantheist. . . .”—Liverpool Echo. “Lovemaking appears to have an added halo in his eyes if it is associated with delirium or blood- shed. . . . Mr. Neuburg hasa ‘careless rapture” all his own; the carelessness, indeed, is just the trouble. His versification is remarkable, and there is something impressive in its mere fluency. . . . So luxurious, so rampant, a decadence quickly palls. . . . On the whole, this book must be pronounced a quite grievous exhibition ofrecklessness and folly.” —Aanchester Guardian. “.. . We began to be suspicious of him, . . . Hardly the sort of person we should care to meet on a dark night with a knobby stick in his hand. . '.'. ‘This clever book.”—Academy. “A vivid imagination fostered by a keen and loving insight of nature, and this allied to a command of richly adorned language . . . have already assured for the author a prominent place amongst present-day poets. . . . Anenthusiastic devotion to classic song . . . sustained metrical charm, From first to last the poet's work is an important contribution to the century's literature.” —Publishers? Circular. “This [book] contains the answer to a very well-known riddle propounded by the late Elizabeth Barrett Browning. You remember she asked in one of her poems, ‘What was he doing to Great God Pan: Down in the reeds by the River?’ Well, Mr. Victor Neuburg has discovered the answer, for he was obviously wandering near the river if he was not hidden in the reeds. . . .”—RoBert Ross in The Bystander. “There is no question about the poetic quality of much of Mr. Neuburg’s verse. . . . We are given visions of love which open new amorous possibilities.” —Daily Chronicle. “Sheer ennui is apt to say ‘morbid,’ and have done with it... . But here is Mr. Neuburg, with real literary and temperamental gifts . . . but it is not honest to deny that he is actually straying here and there upon the borders ofa definite region of consciousness ; that the evil and power he acclaims and fears havea phantom existence. . . ."—Westminster Gazette,