This little volume deals largely with the death of the old gods
and the dawn of a new era when men shall stand alone, and
the author has been inspired by some of the greatest among
modern names, by Spencer, Nietsche and Walt Whitman. Here
is a fine stanza in the style of James Thomson on Herbert
The vast colossus of the latter days—
Huge silver statue in the realm of Thought—
With arms firm-folded, and calm upward gaze,
Stands on the massive pile his hands have wrought.
And something of the glamour hath he caught
That to the gods pertains; the sky dark-blue
Sheds over him the calm undying line
Of intellect; the brow's most noble rise
Endomes the depths of the deep-seated eyes.
imitative at present to a considerable degree, the writer
undoubtedly possesses the temperament of a poet.
as the verse is concerned there is in this volume something more
than mere promise; the performance is at times remarkable; there
is beauty not only of thought and invention—and the invention is
of a positive kind—but also of expression and rhythm. There is
a lilt in Mr Neuburg's poems; he has the impulse to sing, and
makes his readers feel that impulse.
Morning Post, 21 May 1908
a certain grim power in some of the imaginings concerning death,
as “The Dream” and “The Recall,” and any reader with a liking
for verse of an unconventional character will find several
pieces after his taste.
Telegraph, 29 May 1908.
a poet of promise.
Chronicle, 13 May 1908.
not often that energy and poetic feeling are united so happily
as in this little book.
Leader, July 10, 1908.
promise and some fine lines in these verses.
11 July 1908
the first page or so of “A Green Garland,” Verlaine’s lines come
into one’s mind:—
De la musique avant toute chose
Et pour cela préfère l’impair.
Neuburg’s gods are Youth, Truth, Progress, Love, and “Mighty
Reason”; but he says that all the gods are dead.
l’éloquence et tords-lui le cou.
have here the diverting spectacle of a disciple of Nietzsche
eloquently celebrating a Freethought Congress, glorifying Truth
and Progress, and burning with
indignation at the suggestion that a memorial tablet to Herbert
The vast colossus of the later days
And silver statue in the realm of thought!
placed in Westminster Abbey, the fane of the hated and
pallid-spirited Galileans. It is not to be inferred from this
that “A Green Garland ” is without merit, despite the fact that
a quotation from the “Daily Chronicle ” at the head of a page
might deter one from reading any more in that book. Mr. Neuburg
has more intellect than imagination, and the beauty of young
summer, the heat of the sun, and the scent of blossoms stir him
to sing rapturously, sometimes obscurely, of the Dawn and the
Day, when life will not be sicklied o‘er with the pale cast of
other worldliness. For the new humanity he builds the lofty
rhyme ; but it is to be feared, alas ! that the new humanity
will prefer more subtle rhythms and broken cadences, the song
that will come and go like the wind on the leaf or the bourdon f
a blond bee hovering over a bank of swaying mignonette.
11 July 1908