F. H. F. H. i(A80134 works by)
Writing name for: Frank Hutchinson
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1 The Song of the Stars and Other Poems F. H. , 1883 single work review
— Appears in: The Sydney Mail and New South Wales Advertiser , 24 February vol. 35 no. 1181 1883; (p. 341)
— Review of The Song of the Stars and Other Poems Alpha Crucis , 1882 selected work poetry 'This is a contribution to Australian literature, about which perhaps the most remarkable thing is that the author should have been too modest to put his name on the title-page...That he has read much poetry is clear from the vast quantity he has remembered; and if battering out other men's gold pieces into the thinnest possible flakes, with a considerable amount of native alloy, be a fair way of making poetry, then "Alpha Crucis" may be cordially congratulated on his success.'
1 The Goal of Time F. H. , 1883 single work review
— Appears in: The Sydney Mail and New South Wales Advertiser , 11 August vol. 36 no. 1205 1883; (p. 245-246)
— Review of The Goal of Time : A Poem John Le Gay Brereton , 1883 single work poetry 'It cannot be said that Dr Brereton has written a very great poem; but it may be said that he has written a very good one, full of high thoughts and noble counsels, wise with the best wisdom of the heart...'
1 Poems by an Australian Colonist F. H. , 1882 single work review
— Appears in: The Sydney Mail and New South Wales Advertiser , 25 November vol. 34 no. 1168 1882; (p. 925)
— Review of Frithjof and Ingebjorg and Other Poems Douglas Sladen , 1882 selected work poetry 'Mr Sladen admits that his poetry is comparatively poor stuff, but lays the blame on the poetic poverty of his surroundings. He is doubly wrong. In the first place it is not poetry at all and in the second the poetic poverty is his own...'
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