Various, The Review of English Studies, Volume 1 (1925)
“ I do not understand, after reading it again, why some good critics deny to Byron any quality of greatness. Here he is simple, natural, and sincere; the bathing, the handmaid cooking the eggs and coffee, the young sculptured figures who live in the moment—all this is as well done, I dare to say, in verse as that other idyll of Richard Feverel and Lucy is done in prose;—in a prose which, as has more than once been said, is crying out to become verse. Byron’s feeling for external beauty is doubtless not of the subtlest, but it is strong. Nothing is intimate, unearthly, speculative ”
