 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 686 стор.
...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 met in your horoscope, Made...fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love, — I claim you still,... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 стор.
...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 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 great to grant, as mighty to make, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 стор.
...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 in your horoscope, Made...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 стор.
...— Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made...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 стор.
...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 in your horoscope, Made...fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love, — I claim you still,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 стор.
...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 in your horoscope, Made...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 - 1857 - 426 стор.
...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 met in your horoscope, Made...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 стор.
...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 - 526 стор.
...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 in your horoscope, Made...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 - 552 стор.
...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 in your horoscope, Made...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... | |
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It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little... 
