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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... "
The Poetical Works of Robert Browning ... - Сторінка 108
автори: Robert Browning - 1879
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The New quarterly review, and digest of current literature, Том 5

1856
...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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Том 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856
...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...
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Men and Women

Robert Browning - 1856 - 351 стор.
...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...
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Songs of the soul, from the writings of British, Continental and ...

Songs - 1856
...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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Том 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856
...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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Том 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856
...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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 397 стор.
...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...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1857
...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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 397 стор.
...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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 616 стор.
...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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