 | James Madison Watson - 1875 - 486 sayfa
...quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. S. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your h6roscope,' Made you of spirit, fire, and dew — And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 sayfa
...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 stain met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, lire, anil dew, — • And just because I was thrice... | |
 | 1876 - 508 sayfa
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 sayfa
...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...you of spirit, fire, and dew ; And just because I Avas thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be... | |
 | Emma Marshall - 1876 - 396 sayfa
...night," and the next moment she had disappeared, and he saw her no more. CHAPTER VI. FORESHADOWING. " And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed, for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 sayfa
...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...good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, lire, and dew, — And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide,... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1876 - 484 sayfa
...quiet, now astir — Till Gr6d's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. S. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was pure and tree, The good stars met in your h6roscope,1 Made you of spirit, fire, and dew — • And just because... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 sayfa
...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...pure and true ; The good stars met in your horoscope, Hade you of spirit, fire, and dew ; And just because I was thrice as old, And our paths in the world... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 sayfa
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, And tlie sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What ! your soul was pure and true; The good stars mot iu your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew ; And just because I was thrice as old, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1879 - 324 sayfa
...quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white brow is all of her. in. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? IT. No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward... | |
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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... 
