 | John Trivett Nettleship - 1890 - 490 หน้า
...and blockish, this man is kindly, humorous, gay, sensuous. There is glowing faith in his yearning : m. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your...mortals, nought beside ? IV. No, indeed ! for God above • I/ Is great to grant, as mighty to make,^* And creates the love to reward the love: I claim you... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - 328 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...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed, for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 160 หน้า
...now 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...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 make, And... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 460 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...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told? We were fellow mortals, naught beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | 1890 - 562 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...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? No, indeed, for God above Is... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - 976 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...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told t We were fellow-mortals — naught beside! No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 162 หน้า
...now 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...pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, And, just because I was thrice as old, And oar paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought... | |
 | Joseph Forster - 1890 - 192 หน้า
...now 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...pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, And, jnst because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1890 - 336 หน้า
...quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her. in. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul...pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, EVELYN HOPE. And, just because I was thrice as old And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each... | |
 | 1890 - 542 หน้า
...hand beckoned unawares. And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hoi>e? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, tire and dew — And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world divergen! so wide,... | |
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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... 
