 | 1856 - 504 หน้า
...And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What, your uoul was pnre and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is groat to grant, as mighty to... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 672 หน้า
...Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 หน้า
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? AVe were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 หน้า
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 686 หน้า
...hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope F "What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 684 หน้า
...Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...spirit, fire, and dew — And just because I was thrice аз old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 หน้า
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 หน้า
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckon'd unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? 13 No, indeed '. for God above Is great to grant, as mighty... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 หน้า
...hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope 1 What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I he told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside 1 No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 หน้า
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met iu your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew; And just because I was thrice as old, And our... | |
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Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And... 
