He has actually accomplished the high thing in metaphysical poetry that DONNE and CRASHAW only dreamed of. His mysticism is infinitely more profound and significant than theirs, as his imagination is more impulsive, ardent, and beautiful. He is the great Platonist of English poetry. If Mr THOMPSON had never written anything after his first volume, there would be but one Stuart poet with whom the author of _Her Portrait_ could be compared for orchestral majesties of song, and that one MILTON.... He is an argonaut of literature, far travelled in the realms of gold, and he has in a strange degree the assimilative mind.... We do not think we forget any of the splendid things of an English anthology when we say that _The Hound of Heaven_ seems to us, on the whole, the most wonderful lyric in the language. It fingers all the stops of the spirit, and we hear now a thrilling and dolorous note of doom, and now the quiring of the spheres, and now the very pipes of Pan, but under all the still, sad music of humanity. It is the return of the nineteenth century to THOMAS A KEMPIS.--J. L. GARVIN, in _The Newcastle Chronicle_ and in _The Bookman_. The fine frenzy, and the fine line: these are two root characteristics of Mr THOMPSON'S really remarkable poem. One has seldom seen poet more wildly abandoned to his rapture, more absorbed in the trance of his ecstasy. When the irresistible moment comes, he throws himself upon his mood as a glad swimmer gives himself to the waves, careless whither the strong tide carries him, knowing only the wild joy of the laughing waters and the rainbow spray. He shouts, as it were, for mere gladness, in the welter of wonderful words, and he dives swift and fearless to fetch his deep-sea fancies. When weak men venture on these vagaries they drown; but Mr THOMPSON is a strong swimmer. Hyperboles, which in other hands had seemed merely absurd, in his delight us as examples of that "fine excess" which is one of the most enthralling of the many enchantments of poetry.... Indeed, Mr THOMPSON must simply be CRASHAW born again, but born greater. Though the conception, for example, of _The Hound of Heaven_--the case of a sinner fleeing from the love of Christ--is exactly in CRASHAW'S vein, yet it was not in his power to have suggested such tremendous speed and terror of flight as whirls through every line of Mr THOMPSON'S poem.--R. LE GALLIENNE, in _The Daily Chronicle_.