A volume of poetry has not appeared in QUEEN VICTORIA'S reign more authentic in greatness of utterance than this. In the rich and virile harmonies of his line, in strange and lovely vision, in fundamental meaning, he is possibly the first of Victorian poets, and at least is he of none the inferior.... In all sobriety do we believe him of all poets to be the most celestial in vision, the most august in faculty.... In a word, a new planet has swum into the ken of the watchers of the poetic skies. These are big words; but we have weighed them. For there is that in Mr FRANCIS THOMPSON'S poetry which discourages the flamboyant appreciations of the more facile impressionist, and gives him pause in his ready-made enthusiasms. It is patent on the first page that there is genius in this inspiration, and the great note in this utterance; but page after page reveals the rich and the strange, and the richer and the stranger in so many original moods and noble measures, that the reviewer feels the necessity of caution.... In nothing does THOMPSON appear more authentically a poet than in the fact that his sense of beauty is part of his religion. In this he is like SHELLEY, except that SHELLEY'S sense of beauty was his religion, and lived in an atmosphere of sensuousness, a sensuousness that has little of the grosser taints of earth about it indeed, but which is still sensuousness. Therefore, SHELLEY wrote the glorious _Epipsychidion_; therefore, Mr THOMPSON writes _Her Portrait_, the longest and greatest poem in his book; and, speaking for ourselves, we shall say at once that _Epipsychidion_, long unique in the language, has at last found its parallel, perhaps its peer, in _Her Portrait_. Of this "Her" of Mr THOMPSON'S we must say that she is the significance of his book. If his sense of beauty is part of his religion, his religion is that of a rapt Catholic, to whom the very heaven, with all that therein be, is open and palpable; his is the Catholicism of profound mysticism, and of the most universal temper.... It is perfectly safe to affirm that if Mr THOMPSON write no other line, by this volume alone he is as secure of remembrance as any poet of the century. His vocabulary is very great.... Mr THOMPSON'S first volume is no mere promise--it is itself among the great achievements of English poetry; it has reached the peak of Parnassus at a bound.