 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.  Studies in Literature (first Series) - Страница 88написао/ла Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1924 - 307 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - 504 страница
...weep. II. 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...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. III. And thou too, Naiicy ! why should Heaven remove Each tender object... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страница
...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 страница
...— Ah, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these...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 страница
...race ! Ah, what the 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 страница
...CCCXVI. 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...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... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 страница
...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 страница
...suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace 1 Rose Aylmer, all were...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 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
...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... | |
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