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New Worlds for Old. If it is not in its fiftieth thousand the intelligent masses ought to go into a month's sackcloth.
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Nature Poems, by William H. Davies. This slim volume is quite indubitably wondrous. I won't say that it contains some of the most lyrical lyrics in English, but I will say that there are lyrics in it as good as have been produced by anybody at all in the present century.
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A Poor Man's House, by Stephen Reynolds. Young Mr. Reynolds has already been fully accepted by the aforesaid intelligent masses, and I have no doubt that he is tolerably well satisfied with 1908. Nietzsche's
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Ecce Homo.