OTHER BOOKS OF VERSE BY MADISON CAWEIN

Days and Dreams Cloth, gilt top, $1.00
Moods and Memories " " 1.00
Red Leaves and Roses " " 1.00
Poems of Nature and Love " " 1.00
Intimations of the Beautiful " " 1.00

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SOME NOTICES OF MR. CAWEIN’S VERSES

“I should like to praise the poetry of Madison Cawein, of Kentucky, which is as remote as Greece from the actual everyday life of his region; as remote from it as the poetry of Keats was from the England of his day, and which is yet so richly, so passionately true to the presence and essence of nature as she can be known only in the Southern West.  I named Keats with no purpose of likening this young poet to him, but since he is named it is impossible not to recognize that they are of the same Hellenic race; full of like rapture in sky and field and stream, and of a like sensitive reluctance from whatever chills the joy of sense in youth, in love, in melancholy.  I know Mr. Cawein has faults, and very probably he knows it, too; his delight in color sometimes plunges him into mere paint; his wish to follow a subtle thought or emotion sometimes lures him into empty dusks; his devotion to nature sometimes contents him with solitudes bereft of the human interest by which alone the landscape lives.  But he is, to my thinking, a most genuine poet, and one of these few Americans, who, even in their over-refinement, could never be mistaken for Europeans; who perhaps by reason of it are only the more American.”—­WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS in Literature.

“From the poetry of our day I select that of Madison Cawein as an example of conspicuous merit.  Many American readers have enjoyed Mr. Cawein’s productions....  But the appreciation of his poetry has never been as great as its merits would indicate.  His poems are rather too good to be caught up on the babbling tongue and cast forth into mere popularity.  They are caviare to the general; and yet they have in them the best elements of popular favor.

“Cawein is a classicist.  He will have it that poems, however humble the theme, however tender the sentiment, shall wear a tasteful Attic dress.  I do not intimate that Mr. Cawein’s mind has been too much saturated with the classical spirit or that his native instincts have been supplanted with Greek exotics and flowers out of the renaissance, but rather that his own mental constitution is of a classical as well as a romantic mould.