Art.
THE ART OF EUROPE.—V. (ENGLAND—Concluded.) IN my last article, my chief object was to suggest the reason of some of the most marked merits of the English School of painting, and......
Poetry.
OLD AND NEW. WHERE are they hidden, all the vanished years ? Ali, who can say ? Where is the laughter flown to, and the tears ? Perished ? Ah, nay ! Beauty and strength are born......
"perish India !"
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE .SPECTATOR."] SIR,—Mr. Freeman, in a letter which appeared in the Daily News of Saturday last, expresses much surprise that the words "Perish India!" are......
Night On The Tweed.
LIGHT lingers—but the world is cold— The mists along the river slowly creep, The dull trees, heavy with their weight of sleep, Their leaves around them closely fold. Fast falls......
Sonnet.
Thinking the wide world I would wander o'er In quest of love,—love that should have the power To fill my heart with all-embracing sway. In every street I sought love day by day......
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