 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 páginas
...God's hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late then, Evelyn Hopet What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, tire, and dew, — And just because I was thrice as old, Ami our paths in the world diverged so wide.... | |
 | Walter Learned - 1891 - 404 páginas
...was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckon'd 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 - 1921 - 1378 páginas
...Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Til! God's hand beckoned unawares, — And the sweet white...fire and dew And, just because I was thrice as old jo And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must ] be told? We were fellow... | |
 | Lafcadio Hearn - 1921 - 360 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 ? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? No, indeed! for God above,... | |
 | Lafcadio Hearn - 1921 - 360 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 ? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? No, indeed ! for God above,... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1922 - 406 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? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? No, indeed! for God above Is... | |
 | William Taylor - 1922 - 162 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 !' be told? We were fellow mortals, naught beside; No, indeed! for God above Is... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 páginas
...quiet, now astir. Till God's hand beckoned unawares, — ; And the sweet white brow is all of her. l6 Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul...thrice as old And our paths in the world diverged sowiik Each was naught to each, must I be told? We were fellow mortals, naught beside? u No, indeed... | |
 | Lilian Whiting - 1923 - 62 páginas
...bookshelf; this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium flower Beginning to die, too, in the glass. "Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What, your soul...your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew." Browning's "The Statue and the Bust" contains this unforgetable stanza: ' ' He looked at her as a lover... | |
 | Clarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival - 1924 - 624 páginas
...was quiet, now astir, Til! 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... | |
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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... 
