 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.  Branch Library News - 123 psl.autoriai: New York Public Library - 1914Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 734 psl.
...curiosity respecting their author. A name in his first poem, and the following lines in his second, " Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine ! What, every virtue, every grace! For, Ay liner, all were thine," presented but a delusive clue to our critical sagacity. In the third,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...grave, I pray you set One primrose or one violet. . . . Stay ... I can wait a little yet ROSE AYLMER. AH, what 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 May weep but never see, A night of memories... | |
 | 1892 - 890 psl.
...tones his own exquisite lines : — Ah, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. The effect of the resonant pathos of his melodious voice, together with the glow of firelight on features... | |
 | 1874 - 804 psl.
...ours will deal himself a like fatal blow, that we give the poem here. ROSE AYLMER. Ah, what av.iila the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine! What...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... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - 428 psl.
...sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine ! " Thomas Moore. cccxv1. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter S. Landor. cccxvn. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 psl.
...universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! So Thomas Campbell. CCLI ROSE AYLMER. Ah! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the form...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.... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 560 psl.
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afierwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, what avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form...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... | |
 | 1869 - 622 psl.
...what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, when these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee.' 'Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray ; Life passes on, more rudely fleet,... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 726 psl.
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afterwards to India and died 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 thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep but never see, A night... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 558 psl.
...a very tender sentiment, went shortly afterwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " 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 eyes May weep, but never see, A night... | |
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