 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.  Walter Savage Landor : B a Biography - 209 psl.autoriai: John Forster - 1895 - 560 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...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 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...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...but mine ! " Thomas Moore. CCCXVI. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...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 psl.
...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... | |
 | 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 ;... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - 1892 - 996 psl.
...all that is rarest and most lustrous : Ah, what avails the sceptred race 1 Ah, what the form divine 1 What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. — Of memories and of sighs, yet not of pain, for such vigils have a rapture of their own. The perished... | |
 | 1870 - 462 psl.
...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. CCLV THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Gone were but the winter cold, And gone were but... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 psl.
...Burns. LOVES PRAISES. ROSE AYLMER. AH ! what avails the sceptred race ? Ah ! what the form divine ? What every virtue, every grace ? Rose Aylmer, all...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Walter Savage Landor. CXIV. LOVES PRAISES. SIXTEEN. IN Clementina's artless mien I.ucilla asks me what... | |
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1874 - 192 psl.
...winter, nor the next. ROSE AYLMER.* AH, what avails the sceptred race ! Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. * At Swansea, in former years, he made the acquaintance of some ladies of Lord Aylmer's family, one... | |
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