 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - 702 стор.
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all 4 her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul...because I was thrice as old. And our paths in the world diverge : so wide, Each was nought to each, must I !;'-, told? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside... | |
 | 1885 - 658 стор.
...seen the same sort of contrast too plainly in himself. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE MASTER AND HIS MISTKESS. ' And just because I was thrice as old ? And our paths...so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told, We were fellow mortals, nought beside?' AL.L the events and complications which centred in the identity... | |
 | 1886 - 552 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1886 - 344 стор.
...quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her. ni. Is it too late then. Evelyn Hope? What, your soul...your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew — APPARENT FAILURE. 95 And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1886 - 600 стор.
...quiet, now astir — Fill God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. 3. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew — Ajid just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought... | |
 | 1886 - 372 стор.
...soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her. — ONE WORD MORE. LOVE. And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told, We were fellow mortals, — naught beside I No indeed ! for God above... | |
 | 1886 - 920 стор.
..."HATH HE MEDDLED WITH ALAM, OUR HOLY FATHER'S MARCHANDISE ? " " Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope t What, your soul was pure and true. The good stars met in your horoscope, Made yuu of spirit, are, and dew — And, ju¿-t because I was thrice as old, And our paths iii tie world... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1887 - 424 стор.
...has yet been changed, I think : The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays through the hinge's chink. n. Sixteen years old when she died...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? Iv. No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1887 - 428 стор.
...quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her. m. 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 ? rv. No. indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty... | |
 | Henry Fitz Randolph - 1887 - 344 стор.
...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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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... 
