Selected Poems of Henry Ames Blood - Reception

Reception

"A dainty memorial volume ... gathered from the Century Magazine, Scribner's Independent and other periodicals to which Mr. Blood was a highly appreciated occasional poetic contributor. The work of selection has been made with taste and judgment he little volume is handsomely made." Cleveland Plain Dealer, March 9, 1902, p. 25.

"Selected Poems by Henry Ames Blood is a book published by the Neale Company, Washington, D. C. It is attractive in appearance, and the verses, many of which are reprints from the best magazines, have strength and a real poetic beauty of expression. The last one in the book, "Ad Astra," appeared first in the Century Magazine, and is spirited and fine. There are thirty poems, some long, some short, but all worthy of consideration by lovers of poetry." Overland Monthly, v. 39, no. 5, May 1902, p. 920.

"In the 'Selected Poems' of Henry Ames Blood may be found many fresh and cheery bits of verse, most of which have already been published in literary journals, but whose collection in permanent form is not amiss. They make no effort to soar into the heights of poetry, but are picturesque and spirited, with here and there a touch of genial humor." The Era, v. 10, no. 2, August 1902, p. 222.

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