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 A Biography - 305 psl.autoriai: John Forster - 1869 - 693 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
| Frederick Locker-Lampson - 1867 - 410 psl.
...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. 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.
...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... | |
| John Forster - 1869 - 558 psl.
...What every virtue, every grace ! Hose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs...of expression it is perfect. It was first printed ten years after the present date, and has since affected many readers with the same indefinable charm... | |
| 1870 - 462 psl.
...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... | |
| Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - 1892 - 996 psl.
...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. Of memories and of sighs, yet not of pain, for such vigils have a rapture of their own. The perished... | |
| Walter Savage Landor - 1874 - 192 psl.
...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. * At Swansea, in former years, he made the acquaintance of some ladies of Lord Aylmer's family, one... | |
| Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 psl.
...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. CXIV. LOVES PRAISES. SIXTEEN. IN Clementina's artless mien I.ucilla asks me what... | |
| Henry Philip Dodd - 1875 - 748 psl.
...Ah, what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace I Eose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. Of this piece, Charles Lamb, in a letter to Landor, thus writes: " Manv things I Imd to buy to you... | |
| Walter Savage Landor - 1876 - 585 psl.
...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...expression it is perfect. It was first printed in the Simonidea, but in its present form only in his later letters ; and it has since affected many readers... | |
| 1876 - 552 psl.
...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. Teg-Engle. TEG-ENGLE. 'If OYLEVENNILL with her sight that never is -L'-L sufficed, Now with excessive... | |
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