 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 526 páginas
...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... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 552 páginas
...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... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 páginas
...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...thrice as old, And our paths in the world diverged so widi», Each was nought to each, must I be told I We were fellow-mortals, nought beside -l £20 GLEAfflNGS... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - 360 páginas
...Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, 3. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? 4. No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward... | |
 | 1864 - 618 páginas
...late then, Evelyn Hope ? Made you of spirit, fire and dew— And, just because I was thrice as old What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow... | |
 | R. C. J. - 1866 - 304 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1866 - 120 páginas
...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 1 We were fellow-mortals, naught beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Horace Greeley - 1868 - 650 páginas
...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...Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside 1 No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mtghty to make, And... | |
 | Andrew Comstock, Philip Lawrence - 1808 - 596 páginas
...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...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 make, And... | |
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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... 
