 | 1856 - 504 psl.
...And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope? What, your uoul was pnre and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 psl.
...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 was...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? AVe were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 psl.
...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 was...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 672 psl.
...Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 686 psl.
...hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope F "What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 684 psl.
...Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir — Till God's hand beckoned unawares, Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What, your soul was...spirit, fire, and dew — And just because I was thrice аз old, And our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 psl.
...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 was...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? 13 No, indeed '. for God above... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 psl.
...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 was...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 psl.
...hand beckoned unawares, And the sweet white brow is all of her. Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope 1 What, your soul was pure and true, The good stars...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I he told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside 1 No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 psl.
...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 was pure and true, The good stars met iu your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire, and dew; And just because I was thrice as old, And our... | |
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Is it too late, then, Evelyn Hope ? What ! your soul was pure and true, The good stars met in your horoscope, Made you of spirit, fire and dew... 
