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" Sixteen years old when she died ! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name ; It was not her time to love ; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little... "
Selections from the Poetical Works of Robert Browning: First Series - Page 209
by Robert Browning - 1884 - 288 pages
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The New quarterly review, and digest of current literature, Volume 5

1856 - 504 pages
...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...
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Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and ...

Songs - 1856 - 712 pages
...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...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? No, indeed ! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 672 pages
...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...
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Men and Women

Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 pages
...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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 686 pages
...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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 39

Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1856 - 684 pages
...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...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 pages
...was 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...I be told ? We were fellow mortals, nought beside ? 13 No, indeed '. for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 pages
...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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 pages
...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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...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...
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