 ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.  The Atlantic Monthly - Sayfa 2081888Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sayfa
...avails the sceptred race ? Ah, what the form divine ? What every virtue, every grace ? Rose Ayliner, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. DEATH OF THE DAY. MY pictures blacken in their frames As night comes on, And youthful maids and wrinkled... | |
 | 1892 - 890 sayfa
...tones his own exquisite lines : — Ah, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. The effect of the resonant pathos of his melodious voice, together with... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - 428 sayfa
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine ! " Thomas Moore. cccxv1. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter S. Landor. cccxvn. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and murmurs... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 sayfa
...What every virtue, every grace ' Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes 5 May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter Savage Landor. CCLII THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Gone were but the winter cold, And gone were but... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 726 sayfa
...young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace 1 Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." The deep and tender pathos of that little poem could hardly be surpassed, and in delicacy and sweetness... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 558 sayfa
...Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Hose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." The deep and tender pathos of that little poem could hardly be surpassed, and in delicacy and sweetness... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 560 sayfa
...What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful e>es May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." The deep and tender pathos of that little poem could hardly be surpassed, and in delicacy and sweetness... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 716 sayfa
...every virtue, every grace! Kose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes Мну weep but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee." The deep and tender pathos of that little poem could hardly be surpassed, and in delicacy and sweetness... | |
 | 1869 - 622 sayfa
...what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, when these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee.' 'Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray ;... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - 1892 - 996 sayfa
...all that is rarest and most lustrous : Ah, what avails the sceptred race 1 Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. — Of memories and of sighs, yet not of pain, for such vigils have a rapture of their own. The perished... | |
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