 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.  1818-1834 - Stran 344avtor: Edward Verrall Lucas - 1905Celotni ogled - O knjigi
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...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,... | |
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - 412 strani
...Let those who knew thee, spare thy sacred sleep, Those who have never known thee, those may weep. II. Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs I consecrate to thee. III. And thou too, Nancy ! why should Heaven remove Each tender object... | |
 | 1882 - 760 strani
...Verbreitung in England verhelfen, zu weit größerer, als alle seine übrigen Dichtungen je finden werden : Ah, what avails the sceptred race? Ah, what the form...Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, Л night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. ergreifende Leidenschaft für eine goldlockige... | |
 | John Aikin - 1845 - 776 strani
...months at last shall take, with me, Their names from those upon your scatter' graves! ROSE AYLMER. AH what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Roee Aylmer, all were thine. Row Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 820 strani
...months at last shall take, with me, Their names from those upon your scatter' graves ! ROSE AYLMER. AH what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form...eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and sighs ' I consecrate to thee. ON A CHILD. CHILD of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - 428 strani
...fountain, how sweet to recline, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine!" cccxv1. Thomas Moore. AH ! what avails the sceptred race, Ah ! what the...night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee. cccxvn. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ringdove builds and murmurs there; Close... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 strani
...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 strani
...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... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 558 strani
...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... | |
 | John Forster - 1869 - 722 strani
...tender sentiment, went shortly afterwards to India and died suddenly while yet very young. " Ah, whnt avails the sceptred race, Ah, what the form divine ! What every virtue, every ртасе! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Kose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes Muy weep but never see,... | |
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