3 DECEMBER 1898, Page 32

Poems. By Eva Gore Booth. (Lon g mans and Co.)—Miss Gore Booth

has attained to the technical finish of verse which is nowadays so common. At every page of her book one finds graceful combina- tions of words, and even attractive rhythm on not a few. In short, the form of poetry is everywhere ; but we cannot find its spirit. The thing said is always insignificant, and the manner of saying it, though pretty, has nothing individual. Sometimes, as in the verses called "A Traitor," one seems to be in presence of an idea, but in these instances her power of expression does not seem able to contend with real thought. Miss Gore Booth's accomplish- ment is quite unmistakable ; but it is only an accomplishment.