 | 1856 - Počet stránok 504
...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...Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is groat to grant, as mighty to make, And... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - Počet stránok 672
...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...Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - Počet stránok 386
...was 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...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I be told ? AVe were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - Počet stránok 686
...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...Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - Počet stránok 684
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - Počet stránok 436
...was 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...Each was nought to each, must I be told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - Počet stránok 426
...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...diverged so wide, Each was nought to each, must I he told ? We were fellow-mortals, nought beside 1 No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - Počet stránok 644
...was 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... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - Počet stránok 526
...now was 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...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, naught beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - Počet stránok 552
...now was 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...our paths in the world diverged so wide, Each was naught to each, must I be told ? We were fellow mortals, naught beside ? No, indeed ! for God above... | |
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It was not her time to love; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was 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... 
