 | 1856 - 504 σελίδες
...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...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 make, And... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 672 σελίδες
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 686 σελίδες
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 684 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 σελίδες
...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...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? 13 No, indeed '. for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 σελίδες
...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 σελίδες
...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... 
