 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.  A Study of Versification - Pagina 98door Brander Matthews - 1911 - 7 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1892 - 890 pagina’s
...form divine 1 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 sighs I consecrate to thee. The effect of the resonant pathos of his melodious voice, together with... | |
 | 1874 - 804 pagina’s
...form divine! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. liose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never See, A night of memories and of sighs 1 conseerate to thee. Pretty, very ; very delicate, very graceful, very sweet ; but upon the stainless... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - 1867 - 410 pagina’s
...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. CCCXVJI. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and murmurs there ; Close... | |
 | 1897 - 656 pagina’s
...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. Rose Aylmer went to India to her aunt, Lady Russell, wife of Sir Henry Russell, one of the judges of... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pagina’s
...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 - 558 pagina’s
...form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Hose 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 deep and tender pathos of that little poem could hardly be surpassed, and in delicacy and sweetness... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 560 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - 1892 - 996 pagina’s
...form divine 1 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. — Of memories and of sighs, yet not of pain, for such vigils have a rapture of their own. The perished... | |
 | 1870 - 462 pagina’s
...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. CCLV THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Gone were but the winter cold, And gone were but... | |
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