5 JULY 1884, page 22
Poetry.
A LOST MORNING. On, foolish world ! The writer's necromancy At times is powerless on the restive pen ; And the blank page reflects the lagging fancy, Which has no message then.......
A Picture.
Do not awaken her, whom gentle sleep Holds in its sweet, unjealous, calm caress ; In silence view the silent loveliness, And fond desire in awed subjection keep. Dare not too......
Art.
NOTES AT AN INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION.* IT is difficult to believe that an exhibition such as the present, which numbers more than two thousand works of art, of which the......