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Title: Mice & Other Poems

Author: Gerald Bullett

Release Date: September 20, 2010 [EBook #33774]

Language: English

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MICE & OTHER POEMS

by Gerald Bullett

_With a General Note by
Sir Arthur Quiller Couch_

ONE FLORIN 1921

MICE AND OTHER POEMS

PRINTED IN CAMBRIDGE
AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS
AND SOLD IN LONDON BY
SIMPKIN, MARSHALL,
HAMILTON, KENT & Co

FIRST IMPRESSION JANUARY 1921

MICE
& OTHER POEMS
by Gerald Bullett

Perkin Warbeck
9 Market Hill
Cambridge

_Uniform with this volume_

HOME-MADE VERSES
BY D. B. HASELER AND
R. H. D'ELBOUX

LAUGHING GAS AND
OTHER POEMS
BY MARGUERITE FEW

GERALD BULLETT
IS THE AUTHOR OF
THE PROGRESS OF KAY

PUBLISHED BY
CONSTABLE & CO. LONDON

NOTE

If the mental attitude of any critic has ever, in his approach to a
first book of verse, been conciliated by an appreciative notice from
some older pen, I should say (speaking out of no little experience) that
either the author was dead and the fact advertised in the preface, or,
alternatively, that the critic was possessed by a gentler spirit than
mine. I am sure at any rate that artistic work, great or small, should
be sternly judged on what it is rather than on what it promises. The
late J. Comyns Carr, in the days when he wrote dramatic criticism, let
loose this restive truth in a couple of short sentences--'We are told
that So-and-so is a promising young actor. Personally I don't care how
much he promises so long as he never again performs.'

Let me, then, pass over Mr Gerald Bullett's verses with the simple
remark that I believe in them (he himself calls them 'MICE'--no
overweening title, however boldly printed. Yet mice were dear to Apollo
Smintheus, and his proper emblem): and let me come to the general
purpo