 | 1856 - 504 str.
...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...fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is groat to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love, — I claim you still,... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 str.
...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...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 str.
...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...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 - 684 str.
...now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars...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 - 426 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 str.
...hand beckon'd 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...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 to make,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 str.
...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;...each, must I be told? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside1? No, indeed! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 552 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 560 str.
...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...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... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 str.
...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...thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so widi», Each was nought to each, must I be told I We were fellow-mortals, nought beside -l £20 GLEAfflNGS... | |
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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 the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What,... 
