Mr. Bliss Carman. Miss Harriett Jay for Robert Buchanan. Mr. H. B. Irving for Wills's "Charles I." Mr. William Watson. Mr. Austin Dobson. Messrs. Longmans for Andrew Lang. Messrs. Burns and Oates for Francis Thompson. Dr. Greville Macdonald for George Macdonald. Messrs. George Bell and Sons for Coventry Patmore. John Masefield. Messrs. J. M. Dent and Sons for Walt Whitman. Mr. Kipling and his publisher, Messrs. Methuen and Co. Messrs. George Routledge for Sir Edwin Arnold. Mr. Yeats. Mr. Alfred Noyes. Messrs. Heinemann for Lawrence Hope. Miss Ella Wheeler Wilcox and her publishers, Messrs. Gay and Hancock, Ltd. Messrs. Sidgwick and Jackson for Rupert Brooke and for Elinor Jenkins. Sir Henry Newbolt. Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons for Anne Reeve Aldrich. Mr. Robert Ross for Oscar Wilde, and Mr. John Lane for John Davidson and Stephen Phillips. AN EVENING IN MY LIBRARY AMONG THE ENGLISH POETS P OETRY is the highest expression that man has found for the deepest emotions of his heart, and I imagine that in the language of our Empire has been poured forth the most glorious poetry that the world has known. Many and worthy are the anthologies that have been collected by men of letters with far better claim to speak as authorities in taste than I can ever possess, but even so complete a volume as Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch has given us in his "Oxford Book of English Verse" may fail to comprise some of England's most splendid poems, because, as Dr. Johnson has observed, "what is known is not always present," and "sudden fits of inadvertency will surprise vigilance." I have endeavoured to bring forward for the delight |